Hi, everyone! I know I've been virtually dead for a while, but that's because me and me very good friend R.B (who does not have an account on this website, but will more than likely read this story) have been busy writing new stories and making new characters!

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Winry pressed her face longingly to the window, her attention split between the raindrops trailing down the glass and the empty, muddy road.

Ed wasn't there.

Biting her lip, she willed herself not to cry. He wasn't there, he was still away, and Winry felt vile feelings blossom in her chest. Hope, want, sorrow, and loneliness filled her, and a headache exploded behind her eyes.

Those were the four feelings Winry hated- no, loathed.

Winry left her room and walked numbly downstairs. There was nothing to do, nothing to take her attention away from him. Den was asleep, there were no customers because of the rain, and Granny was cooking- not that there was much Winry and Granny could do besides talk.

And Ed wasn't there. It made her feel awful.

She drifted back upstairs. Her eyes felt warm, but she blinked them rapidly until they didn't. She wasn't going to cry over him; it wasn't of any use. He had Sylvia to love, and Alphonse as family- where was Winry in his heart? She was useless.

Despite all of her best efforts, tears spilled over Winry's eyelids, but she didn't wipe them away. She wanted Ed with every fiber of her being, and she wasn't going to deny it. She wanted him there, wanted him to hold her, wanted to know what his lips felt like on hers. And, to break her own heart even further, she admitted to herself that it would never happen. He belonged to Sylvia- how she hated Sylvia!- and to her he would belong, always.

"Ed, Ed, Edward," Winry whispered. His name alone made her heart squeeze tight.

When he was around, Winry always found herself in the middle of an ocean- an ocean of hopelessness, happiness, and love. A drifty, dreamy world.

How she wanted him.

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Winry could not take the feeling any longer. She needed an out. Something to take away the pain. She hated the idea, but she knew one thing that would take the edge away.

"Granny, I'm going for a walk!" she cried.

"In this weather?" Granny Pinako called back. "Fine, but take your slicker and boots. Can't have you getting a cold."

And Winry left, her goal to destroy her own life forever.

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