Prologue

Before Trisha died, Edward had another interest besides alchemy. Guitar. With a strum of his fingers, he could bring forth a beautiful sound from the secondhand instrument he held.

After she died, however, the guitar was never taken from its case and was eventually burnt along with the house.

Now, years later, Alphonse has bought him one. The promised day is in the past, Alphonse has his body back, their wrong have been righted. But will Edward be able to play those familiar and beautiful notes and chords once again?

(Note: The cover image is from Pinterest. The words on it have nothing to do with the story.)