A/N: Just a fanfic inspired by the song Lost Heaven by L'arc-en-ciel.
Summary: PostmovieTwo Drabblefics - On opposite sides of the gate, Ed and Winry reflect on what could have been but never was.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.

I never got to say goodbye to her.

I think she knew I would leave again, just as suddenly as I had reappeared. Worse still, I think she expected it.

I chuckled darkly. All those times she'd repaired my automail, or fixed up new parts from scratch, she'd even carried around an arm and a leg for me despite no guarantee we'd ever meet again - and I didn't have the decency to give her a proper farewell. She'd offered constant support, a person to confide in and almost unshakeable love for my brother and I, even after I'd abandoned her repeatedly and chosen to keep secrets from her numerable times.

My actions might have saved Ametris, but I'm still not the noble hero I was expected to be. I'd proven that by treating her the way I did.

I'm not sorry about leaving, either. Perhaps it was for the best of both worlds that the Fullmetal Alchemist didn't get to return back to his home, given I'd already proven myself capable of hurting everybody. I maintain that Al should've stayed back home, but the selfish part inside of me is happy. We're back together, and I thought that for so long that was the only thing that counted. Was I wrong?

My supreme failures were her undoings.

I'm sorry, Winry.

He found a way back.

When I'd been beginning to have my doubts, Edward finally managed to get back home. He'd even broken his new prosthetics in the process. He was the same old Ed and I'd almost wanted to laugh.

He'd been a little taller, but not significantly so. I wasn't predicting a dramatically increased height (what did he expect when he point blank refused to drink milk?) and I don't think he had ever really done, either.

I'd given him a hug, fixed him up his automail and he'd been off to save his brother and the world again. Same old self-sacrificing idiot. He gave me that toothy grin of his and scampered off, leaving me behind. It was odd, but suddenly I knew it was all over at that moment. There was no point in hoping for him to stay with me again, because I knew that to Edward, everybody else came first, but I still hope in vain that I'll see him again.

I'd never questioned that if Edward had returned, Alphonse would follow him wherever he went. Those two had always been inseparable, and I knew them better than anyone. It hadn't been much of a surprise when General Mustang explained to me what Al had done. I'd smiled, because wherever the two had gone, they were together, and that made them happy. That makes me happy, too.

If I know Edward, he blames himself for near enough everything. He probably blames himself for how things turned out. I don't blame him.

I guess I'm just a fool for love, and a fool for him. So yes, he broke me... but for once, I wasn't the one who'd done the fixing.

Thank you, Ed.