horn sounding from the angry driver. Ken ran to the figure, slowing to a stop bef

at him as he stood there casually with his ha

d at him,

d then, embracing

linked in

uttered

o his chest. 'You saved my life…I w

s upon Ken's shoulders and pushing him back

reaming from his eyes then, 'even after

words' Mustang a

d! Oh…' Ken said, suddenly remembering as his eye

fine

ead again, begin

tang said to him.

ter

owed the lump in his throat, his nerves tingled inside him at the sudden sight of Mustang. It was a strange

ifferent' K

used, turn

he asked

bled. 'You look the sa

or a moment, before b

for so long' he grinned. 'I assure

H

iday for two weeks, your home looks and feels differe

er been o

nued, turning and strolling a

ough the town, across the streets and away,

eter here.

g to a stop and gazing about him with

rth at their feet, reaching far in both directions. And before them, was a narrow section

re?' Ken asked

e it.' He turned to him them. 'And…' he added, 'i

en hanging on the tip of his tongue. 'Why? After what I said to you?' he hung

killed right before u

stang head on, forcing the memories

keep his voice steady, 'what were yo

pockets. 'You want to know

en whis

lanced up

ve to tell me. What

ustang repl

at him in

sound of the train in th

the train tracks that ran by them, the train tha

and turned to face Ken again,

as the train tore forwards. 'One life. One chance. If I

upon him, it would

k, never breaking eye contact with Ken, as his heart knotted in

etween them, whoos

ime at all,

at Mustan

tared bac

lowly, and

owed aft