Edward always knew he liked Mustang, but not to the point where he wanted him. While Ed expressed to Mustang how much he disliked him, he knew he never meant a word; nor did the Colonel. So, why did they keep distance so often? Ed confused himself, while Roy simply thought it was just their way of being friendly. After Alphonse was returned to his body, and Edward decided he was going to travel, Winry and Edward confessed their love for each other. But soon decided they weren't meant for each other. Ed was happy leaving Winry to her own life, feeling that he was too much for her. While she thought that she wasn't ready for a relationship, which rather surprised soon went back to Central, wondering where his next step was going to take him. It was clear to him soon after he arrived, where he wanted to be heading toward. He knew the act of Human Transmutation was forbidden, but what would have happened if he transmuted himself? Why in the name of Amestris would he think of that? He often day dreamed about Winry, but not about her, he dreamed about her body. Her shape. Her hair. Her soft skin. Her breasts even. Not because he desired them, he thought it was interesting the way they just were. Why was he born male? He often thought. He never looked at himself as handsome, but he was told he was. But what if he was told he's beautiful? As a female, he would feel better about himself. In more ways then one. And then, he thought, "I think too much." He smiled and said to himself: "Just one more." And so he did. One more thought. Well, more like a conclusion.
"Well why the fuck not?"
His thoughts came back to Mustang.
"Mustang..."
Where was he in his head? Always getting jumbled.
He stepped off the train.
"Central! You are now in Central!" The conductor had called out. His voice had slowly faded as Edward walked towards the apartment complexes. He recalled a few alleys he had walked past. Empty and dark. Not his personal choice, but it'll do.