I was bored in Math… so I took the liberty of zoning out of the boring world of Logarithmic forms and how they interact with exponents. I decided, since lots of people have asked, to make a sequel to "Her" (Aren't I nice? This is why you should review more often. Just kidding).

You don't have to read Her to understand this fic, but it will help you understand it better. I'm trying to finish chapter 6 to Broken but I've stumbled across a roadblock on how to word things so I wanted to do something else to get the blood circulating into my brain again. I do promise to try to get the chapter up by Christmas though. Now, on with this here fanfic.

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There were simple pleasures she took in the Fullmetal Alchemist. Things that she used to take for granted but had come to appreciate. They were the things that she loved about him and the things she kept closest to her heart when he was away. And he was away often, but never for more than a few months. He would always come back, as she knew he would.

Whenever he came back, he would do so with an apologetic grin and broken auto mail. She would pretend to be mad and hit him with a wrench out of habit, secretly glad that he was home again.

Whenever he looked at her, her heartbeat would quicken. Whenever he smiled at her, she felt like melting. Whenever he looked angry, she wanted to beat up the bastard who infused his rage. Whenever he looked sad or pain, she would give anything to take the jaded look from his eyes and make his world bright again.

She never told him or anyone for that matter how she felt. And now, she was walking down the aisle for another man. Someone she cared about but did not love nearly as much as she did Ed. She was marrying his brother.

She didn't know if he ever felt the same way. If he did, he certainly never said anything. She never knew…

Her wedding was festive and she could see her grandmother in the front pew with her face buried in a handkerchief. Pinako was a strong woman… she didn't cry often. It was humbling to see someone like her cry. Her wedding day was unforgettable.

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She found the note at the kitchen table the next day. "Best wishes for the happy couple." That was all. No signature, nothing but the faint smell of metal polish and a wilted daisy. She knew immediately that he wrote it. She could recognize that scrawl anywhere. She woke her new husband and ran to the lake.

He lay in the water, like a grotesque puppet of fate. She noticed his watch at the bank of the crystalline lake. She picked it up and snapped it open. A tiny note fell into her hand. When she read it, tears began to stream down her face unchecked. "Love you, Win. Forgive me."

So he did feel the same way… but he never told her. She couldn't even tell him now. It was too late.

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Terrible, really, but I don't care. Winry's perspective is a bit harder to write. Review please!