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My ex girlfriend
Chapter 1
My name is Edward Elric and I broke up with my girlfriend a few months ago.
It was just who I am.
I never stayed in the same place for too long.
I sighed and slipped on my black aviator shades and stepped out into the warm summer sun. The sky was blue and filled with fluffy white clouds, the ocean spray cooled down my heated body, and the ice cold bottle of water felt like heaven down my throat.
Right now I was in America.
Sent away on some investigative work.
Or so my boss says.
I doubt it.
None of the information he gave me made any sense once I actually got here. I think this is a forced vacation.
I wiped a bead of sweat off my forehead and turned away from the beach, filled with happy couples.
I was currently staying in California, in a beach house with my younger brother, Alphonse.
I worked for the military. This was nothing new, being sent away.
I began to walk down the sidewalk, in the direction of town. The cool wind blew against my back but the hot sun beat down on my head and shoulders, burning my skin. It didn't help that my long blonde hair was braided or that I swapped my usual black clothing for a simple white v-neck shirt and blue board shorts.
It was in my blood, running away from the things that made me happy.
I ran away from home.
I ran away from my best friend.
I ran from my supervisor.
It was instinct.
The fact that I still had my little brother with me was pure luck and determination.
I could use the fact that I work for the military as an excuse for why I move around so much but that would be a stupid lie.
I know it's because deep down, I don't want attachment to anyone but my brother.
Alphonse.
He was the only one who deserved my undivided attention.
I sighed and took a swig from the water bottle and sat down on one of the wooden benches situated under a shaded tree.
I sniffed the salty air and slouched down in my seat.
Her name was Winry.
Winry Rockbell.
She was taller than me; well truthfully everyone's taller than me-I have a height complex.
Anyways, she was beautiful.
She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and beautiful tanned skin. We dated for a few months and it was some of the best months in my life; she'd accompany Al and me on missions no matter where it sent us, she'd fix my mechanical arm and leg anytime it got damaged, and she was the best girl I ever had.
She didn't care if the dates I took her on were at the top of the Eifel Tower in Paris, or in a guest room on military grounds.
All she cared about was that she was with me.
I slid my golden eyes closed behind my shades and listened to the crowds of people walking by.
Many of them had kids, from moms to dads to teenagers themselves. They were all talking and laughing and having a good time.
I took another sip of water.
I didn't realize how much I would miss her.
No one else ever came as close as she did.
She was perfectly imperfect.
She had a loud, piercing voice, a violent nature, and was prone to getting into trouble.
She liked to stick her nose into my business and loved playing with my hair, no matter how much it pissed me off.
Her hands were slightly calloused from working on machinery and her heels were cracked from all the walking we did.
And yet to me, she was the most beautiful girl.
She accepted the fact that my brother came first.
Al came before anything else in my life.
We'd lost our mother at a young age, and then I dragged her death on and on, rubbing salt in our wounds.
I tortured him for years.
And somehow, she'd managed to slip into our little, gated world.
But she couldn't stay for long.
I was sure of it.
Because he was the only one I had left, and I wasn't going to let anything come between us.
My ex Girlfriend My ex Girlfriend
L.
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