A/N: I know I should be working on my other two unfinished stories; I'm bad at things like that. But I wanted to post this one. I actually will be finished with it hopefully by today; I just need to type up the other two chapters. Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, though I should!!
The snow blew around me, bitter wind whipping across my face. All I saw was black and white, that's all I ever saw. The people back in Central must have thought I was crazy for resigning, and coming here to the abandoned post, for giving up alchemy. Though in truth I liked the solitary place, it gave me time to think.
Besides I didn't deserve the respect a General had. And for not using alchemy, I figured it was the best way to stop myself from hurting anyone. The days were long and during the night I was tormented by dreams, and sometimes the pain would come back too. But if this is what it took to keep from harming people, then I would gladly accept it.
I looked up at the blank sky, the snow falling on my face. I sighed, it felt about dusk. Not that you could tell, it was a matter of a good sense of time. I walked over to the small house and went inside. Shivering, I approached the fireplace looking for the small book of matches. My fingers, numb from the cold, kept slipping. Damn matches. How could something so little be so inferior?
A knock on the door startled me, and I dropped the matches into the fireplace, a sudden blaze appearing.
Cliff hanger!!! I have two more chapters, and I need to type them up and then Fin!!! COMMENT!!!