Prompt 212, Fic inspired by a song, "Everlong"
Title: Everlong
Author: Sofipitch
Series: I think either…
Word Count: 476
Rating: G
Characters: Trisha, and Hoenhiem, Pinako (kinda)
Summary: She trusted him, waited, then fell ill.
Warnings: none
Hello. I’ve waited here for you… Everlong.
-Foo Fighters
There wasn’t much decision making done. There couldn’t be. There was none to make. Trisha didn’t know what had happened. Her husband was gone; that’s all she knew. She had to trust him when it came to whatever he was working to do. Something to do with alchemy was the obvious, but the rest of what he was doing was unknown to her. When she asked him once he replied that he didn’t want her to know anything to break any connections between her and the horrible things to come. “Ignorance is sometimes a virtue in the right moments,” he told her. And she trusted him with that, with everything, her future, her family, and her heart.
When he left she didn’t ask questions. She trusted him that it wasn’t for the wrong reasons, but for good ones. When Trisha had tried to explain to Mrs. Pickett, that she simply trusted her husband, she knew she was alone on the matter. But Van had never done her any serious wrong, and she hoped that it would stay that way. She believed that it would stay that way.
One day, while she was outside watching the children play in the snow, she began to cough. It was just a light little cough that would spontaneously erupt during the day, dust or no dust, cooking spices or no spices. And you could say that the cough never got better for Trisha. It just continued. She told Pinako the first time and received medication from a friend of Pinako’s who was a doctor in the next town over. The medicine helped, but it didn’t fix the cough. But Trisha honestly didn’t think anything of it. So she didn’t do anything. If she and Pinako were talking and she did begin to cough, she would just wave her hand at her suspicious look and claim that it was the pollen that came with spring every year. It was just allergies. Completely natural.
She just told Edward and Alphonse that everything was okay, she was fine, and they believed her. Mommy is always right. Mommy is strong.
Trisha had been getting along fine without Van. She missed him, and she wished he could be around for the kids, but him not being here wasn’t a problem till she was bedridden. And it wasn’t long after that that her only prayers to god were those of her asking for him to come back to take care of the children. They needed a parent to look after them, to love them, to be there for them.
She understood she was not fine. She never really had been, with anything. She had just been trying go move with the flow of events. And now she needed him, but she didn’t even know where he was.