"What do you mean I have to go with her? I don't want to I want to I want to stay with you guys! I have martial arts training, I can stay... can't I?" I whispered the last part, only because tears began to pool down my face. I banged my fist quickly into his armor.
"Riza is my friend, and she has been for along time! The only reason I haven't come home is because I don't want to!" I yelled louder.
"Al you got to understand. I can't go home." I mumbled as my light orange hair seemed to cover my face and more tears ran down my pale cheeks. My black lace hat slid down the back of my head as my own fell lower and lower. The sun set in the background, it was all I could see through my blurred eyes. Metal creaked as I fell to the ground. My skeletal system was made of metal, what could I do?
"No. Ellie. You're just a simple cellist with certification because of fighting abilities." Edward spoke, and turned slowly to the train window toward Winry. I sobbed and punched the ground. The cross on my neck hung toward my face.
"And that's why you need me! I can hide away from the normal eye and be a personal weapon! Please. I don't want to go back." I sobbed uncontrollably.
"We're sorry Ellie. But you can't come but I promise the next time you see us we'll be back to normal." Al persuaded.
"You say that every time! Every Friggin' Time! But you never do. You ... never... do." I trailed off, not being able to protest any longer. I stood, wiping the dirt and grime from my knees. I sniffled; tears blurred my vision.
"Move over Winry, I'm coming along." I stated in monotone. I shoved my oversised instrument through the window, I, following suit. I landed with a thump, catching the attention of the director.
"Ticket please." I froze. Crap.
"I don't have one, but I can give you money to stay the ride." I bowed my head hiding my eyes from any view.
"Uh. Sure; I guess that would be legit enough." The man stated stumbling a bit on his words; only because of my actions. I would spend my days earning money tapping and playing cello. That is my job. I pulled out the most of my money handing it to the man, who's name seemed to be Neil. I grinned, Neil is the name of my older brother. I missed him dearly. I guess that will make my trip a bit happier. The train started with a jerk.
"Miss. Do you think you could play something on your cello?" A woman asked. She had chocolate brown hair that curled at her shoulders. In her arms she held a small girl that deemed to cry out every few seconds. I smiled in return.
"You see my daughter won't go to sleep, and maybe you could help lul her to sleep." I grinned brightly, I love children.
"Of course I love children, I would most definatley help." I sat with my large instrument, balancing it on my shoulder and knee. I began on a down bow bringing it across the strings, tuning. A long lost lullaby my mother used to sing to me, Mordred's Lullaby. A sad song, but it really worked when it came to sleeping. The bow danced across the strings in a flurry of movement; slowly luling the small girl to sleep.
"Thank you so much!" The woman whispered to me as she walked back to her seat. I nodded in return as she handed me a twenty dollar bill.
"Well I just earned food for half the week!" I exclaimed quietly to Winry. She nodded in return her eyes reeked with question. I turned my instrument on it's side and sat next to the blond girl.
"Why were you so upset when Al told you, you couldn't go?" She looked at me with sadness; she must of missed Edward a lot.
"I-I don't know Winry. You know I think I like him. But I feel silly you know, isn't it silly to love a piece of armor?" I questioned myself as well as Winry. My brows knitted together in confusion.
"No Ellouise, it's not silly, you didn't fall in love with a piece of armor, you fell in love with the soul attached to it." Winry stated looking at me in a sisterly way. I looked away; ashamed.
"But that's the thing Win, I don't know if I love him, we're always quarreling. I just don't know. But when it comes to saying goodbye; I just can't do it." I sobbed the tears came back full force.
"Look I see the way you look at him. The way you blush when he gives you a complement; and I can see the same in him toward you." She whispered as I crossed over to the other bench to lay down for the night. I didn't reply, I only sighed in response as I drifted off into a long dreamless sleep.