Disclaimer: I don't own FMA! *sniff* do you have to rub it in my face?
That Ridiculous Rumour
"Don't forget 3rd October." I murmur the words inscribed on my silver pocket watch. These words trigger memories: memories of pain, memories of determination.
Few people know what those words mean to me and Al, and even fewer understand why I engraved them onto the watch.
One teen recruit (eighteen or nineteen, but still a teen), I remember, had accidently seen it and somehow gotten it into his head that it was the date of Winry's birthday. Did I mention that he thought she was my girlfriend? No? Well now I did.
Apparently, the crazy gearhead has to have a reason for flinging wrenches at me, and apparently, it's because I keep forgetting her birthday! And apparently, I'd had the date engraved on a pocket watch so that I'd never forget.
Honestly, the stupidity of Homo sapiens…But, honestly? I couldn't care less.
To me, it doesn't matter what others think in this subject. After all, I've made my choice when I was twelve, and it's a little too late to turn back, is it not?
As I place the watch back in my pocket, I know—I've always known—that now, I can only believe in my dream. I'll try my hardest to make it a reality.
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A/N: So yeah, I've gotten off my lazy butt and written a fic for 3rd October. Please tell me how you guys like it, because it's seriously so depressing when I get 100 hits…and 0 reviews. A weird thing about writing this fic is that I got up at six in the morning to write it, feel asleep and woke up at twelve, when my mum was yelling at me.
Sorry for any grammar errors, especially as this is one of the first times I'm writing some parts in the present tense.
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