Let Go.
When it rains, it pours. Granny always says that, but I had never really paid much attention to it. I'll admit I don't pay attention to many things these days, but I think I know what Granny means when she says it.
Last time I saw Ed, I had to reconstruct his whole arm, because it had been blown apart. It was tense between us, really tense, because neither wanted to admit he had been close to dying in that moment. Of course, Ed's a boy and boys hate admitting they're vulnerable, but I sorta knew he was scared. Maybe not about his own life – he's really stupid enough not to care about his own life – but scared about leaving Al behind, trapped inside the armor. Or, as he told me while I was cleaning the nerve-ports, in that quiet, mature voice of his that really doesn't suit him but which is perfect for him, he didn't know what would happen to Al if he died. Maybe the array would disappear and then both of them would die.
Granny says that when it rains, it pours; but I don't think she's talking about rain or water when she says it. When Ed said that, trying hard not to look at me, 'cause I'm a girl and girls aren't really supposed to understand this sort of macho-pride thing, I snapped. I mean, snap-snap, the kind of thing that doesn't really happen often.
And as I rained on Ed, screaming and glaring and yelling and crying, he poured on me. You know? Most girls wouldn't expect their first kiss to come from their best friend, while he yells a rather unflattering 'shut up!' in your face.
It wasn't nice, either.
Really.
Sort of.
Because Ed pouring on me was sloppy and awkward, and he smelled of sweat and automail oil, which is kinda unpleasant in the pleasant sort of way, and he held me there like he cared, but then he avoided me until they had to leave.
It wasn't a good kiss. Not at all. Though I guess that for being my first, it could have been worse, but still. I don't think our friendship's ruined though, even though first kisses that are awkward between best friends usually do. After all, he did talk to me before he left. Though I'm not sure if he said it to me or himself.
After all, though 'when it rains, it pours' is good advice, I have a feeling that 'let go' is even better.