This fic has a lot of different inspiration. One is an old country song, in which part of it goes, "He stopped loving her today," based on the old saying "I'll love you until the day I die". Another spark of inspiration came from the song "Sakura Biyori", which some of you may know from a Bleach ending theme. The translation talks about falling in love at 16 on a hill under a cherry blossom tree, so there you have it! It's Ed and Winry but in an AU so they've never met before. I'm done rambling now. I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, that one country song (the name escapes me...), or "Sakura Biyori". Read and Review!


Since I was young, my favorite place in the whole world was the hill where the cherry blossoms fell. It was always as if pink snow was falling slowly in the spring breeze. But it wasn't until I was sixteen years old that I discovered my favorite part of that place: you.

You were asleep when I found you, hands clasped behind your head as the wind fingered through your long blonde hair. A cherry blossom petal tickled your nose making those golden eyes come up to meet my sapphire ones. That's when I fell in love for the first time.

We met at that tree day after day. You carved out our initials and promised to love and protect me until the day you died. I promised the same. That was where you first kissed me. I have since then associated the smell of cherry blossoms with your kisses.

When you told me you were thinking of becoming a soldier, I cried, saying, "Don't go! Don't go!" And you stayed... if only for a little while. You reminded me of your promise to protect me and said that, "Being with your girl is good, but keeping her out of harm's way is better."

The day before you left, we met under that tree. You were acting strange. You asked me if I love you. What a strange thing to ask! You put your hand in your pocket nervously and pulled out a small box and said, "I made it myself, so it's not perfect. But I wanted it to be really special, so..." You trailed off as you opened the box. A gold ring glittered in the sunlight. I felt like crying, but it was happy tears.

You didn't even have to ask. I said yes in a heartbeat. You promised that the day you returned, we'd get married. I suggested we meet under that same tree. You agreed, kissed me, and left.

I came to that tree everyday, hoping... praying you'd return someday. Even in the cold of winter, I went out to that tree, waiting for you. I promised I'd love you until the day I died. And I kept that promise as the years went by.

But I stopped loving you today. I waited so long beneath that old tree. Even the tree is dying now. Have you forgotten? Or did you stop loving me, too? I close my eyes one last time, and my thoughts drift to you. To you, me, and the cherry blossom weather...