A/N: Hi readers! So I was going around YouTube and I saw a video that inspired me to write this fic. It's a songfic about Ed, Winry and Rose.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, YouTube, the video, or the song. They just inspired me.
Winry sat in her room crying into her pillow. She couldn't believe that had just happened. It was like someone had ripped her heart out and threw it back in her face.
Her and Ed had broken up not even a week ago and she already saw him going around with Rose. Rose! Of all people the agnostic Fullmetal Alchemist picked the extremely religious girl. Winry couldn't stand to look at them for another second and had run home. She still loved Ed and hadn't wanted to break up to begin with. He made that decision since he was always traveling.
Yeah. He sure stuck to that.
Winry didn't know what to do she had needed someone to talk to. She thought for a while and remembered Riza had given her, her number. She looked through her things until she found it and quickly dialed the number.
"Hello?" Riza asked, when she picked.
"Hi Riza. It's Winry." Winry's emotions were starting to get the better of her.
"Winry? Are you alright? You don't sound okay." Woman's intuition was amazing sometimes. Winry swallowed before opening her mouth to speak again. "I-I," Crap. Her voice was cracking. Before she even knew it she was crying.
"Can you come down here? Are you in Central?" Riza asked going from an officer to a woman just like that. Probably because she was both and not cold hearted like she wanted people to think.
"Yea- yeah." Winry stuttered. "Good I'll be waiting here." Winry and Riza hung up. Winry collected herself as much as she could before heading to Central Headquarters.
As she walked through the halls she saw Lieutenant Havoc who waved at her. "Hey Ms. Rockbell." He said smiling. "What are you doing here?" She walked up to him. "Hi Mr. Havoc I'm here to see Riza. Do you know where she is?" Havoc nodded. "She should still be in the Chief's office. C'mon." With that Winry followed the older man to Colonel Mustang's office.
"Hey Hawkeye you've got a visitor." He said as he walked in. Winry followed into the room and was immediately met by Riza.
"Hey." She said. "What happened?" Winry just stared at the floor. She didn't want to sound whiney or just dump her silly problems on Riza. But she needed to have someone's opinion. Someone smart who she trusted- and that was Riza.
"I, uh, it's um, about…Ed." She told her finally. Riza nodded, understanding more of what happened now with just that small sentence. "He, uh," Winry swallowed again trying to keep her tears inside. "He…"
Just then the door swung open, cutting Winry off.
"Alright Colonel Bastard. This better be important or-." Edward stopped in his tracks as he saw Winry. The two looked at each other and immediately locked eyes. They stood there for what felt like days until it all finally was too much. Winry broke down crying and ran past her ex-boyfriend out of the room.
Now she was laying on her bed still crying into her pillow. She cried until she seemed to run out of tears. She sat up and grabbed a tissue and dried her tears. She blew her nose and collected herself. She was still upset and decided to turn on the radio. Music always made her feel better.
She went through a couple stations before she came to a song she knew. She realized it was almost exactly like her current situation. She laid back down and closed her eyes before starting to sing along.
"She's got green eye's and she's 5'5, long brown hair all down her back.
Cadillac truck, so the hell what, what's so special about that?
She used to model, she's done some acting so she weighs a buck 'o 5.
And I guess that she's alright if perfections what you like."
'Ed never wanted perfect' She thought. 'Ed doesn't think like that. He doesn't believe anyone is perfect.'
"Ooh, ooh and I'm not jealous no I'm not.
Ooh, ooh. I just want everything she's got.
'She has you…'Ooh, ooh you look at her so amazed.
I remember way back when you used to look at me that way."
She thought back to all those times he had looked at her like he cared. Like he was happy. Like he loved her."Tell me what makes her so much better than me?
What makes her just everything I can never be?
What makes her your every dream and fantasy?
Because I can remember when it was me."
She thought back to all the good times. When they laughed together. When he comforted her. When she was enough.
"And now you don't feel the same.
I remember, you would shiver every time I said your name.
You said nothing felt as good as when you gazed into my eyes.
Now you don't care I'm alive.
How did we let the fire die?
Had she done something wrong? Did they grow apart? Or did he just want to move on? She couldn't figure it out. He just seemed to not care any more.
"Ooh, ooh, and I'm not jealous, no I'm not.
Ooh, ooh, I just want everything she's got.
Ooh, ooh, you look at her so amazed.
I remember way back when you used to look at me that way.
She remembered one of their wrestling matches where she had pinned him down and they both froze and just stared into each other's eyes for a while. Not saying a word.
"What makes her so much better than me?
What makes her just everything I can never be?
What makes her your every dream and fantasy?
Because I can remember when it was me."
The fun they'd had. The times when he would hug her for no reason at all. Just to know she was there. The times when they would just sit and not say a word just happy to have each other.
"That made you smile. (me)
That made you laugh. (me)
Me, that made you happier than you have ever been, oh me.
That was your world. (me)
Your perfect girl.
Nothing about me has changed,
That's why I'm here wondering"
She had always loved it when he smiled and laughed. He had such an amazing smile but rarely showed it. She made him happy. Or that's what she had thought. They had been so much alike and she did everything for him. She hadn't changed so what did?
"What makes her so much better than me?
What makes her just everything I can never be?
What makes her your every dream and fantasy?
Because I can remember when it was me."
The way she seemed to brighten up his day. The way he was there for her. The way they seemed to be perfect for each other.
"What makes her so much better than me?
What makes her just everything I can never be?
What makes her your every dream and fantasy?
Because I can remember when it was me."
The games they played as kids where Ed would pick her up and they would both end up falling and laughing at themselves.
"When it was me."The way he hated to see her cry.
"When it was me."The way he would give her, his cloak and hold her to comfort her.
"When it was me."
They way he protected her and wanted nothing but her to be safe.
The song ended and Winry was once again in tears. She opened her eyes and saw the picture of her laying on Ed's chest that Al had taken. They both looked so happy…
She reached over and grabbed it. She hugged it to her chest as she laid down and cried again.
She didn't even notice that Ed had been in the doorway watching her.