A/N:
Hello everyone!
I'm really sorry for taking so long to update my story. I've got to say that I've been really busy because my University classes have already started.
I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Thank you so much for all the support!
Edit: S J Smith, I've already corrected that mistake. Thanks for the advice D
Chapter 3: Yellow Moon
"It's impossible…how…I…" the young lady said. She couldn't believe what was happening.
Slowly, the beautiful woman with gentle smile walked towards her. She took Winry's hands and helped her to stand up.
"Don't worry. There's nothing to be afraid of", she said.
"I've been looking forward to talk to you for a long time. And the time to do it has finally come", Trisha concluded.
"Trisha…how…is this possible…" Winry said in a quivering voice. "But you…Ed, Al…" she repeated, as tears streamed down her face.
"Don't cry Winry, please…don't cry", the woman said, while she cleaned Winry's tears.
Trisha hugged her.
The young lady with blue eyes remained immobile for a few seconds. The pain and confusion in her heart were so deep that crying was inevitable. However, it looked like that warm and sweet hug could erase those feelings at least for a moment.
When she was more calmed, the young lady separated her arms from Trisha's body. Smiling, she said:
"Come on Winry, there's something I want to show you".
The woman raised her right arm and pointed at the children.
It was night already. The moon and the stars had taken the sky.
"Al…¡Al!" the shortest boy shouted, who was no one but Edward Elric.
"Umm, brother…please, let me sleep", little Alphonse said totally exhausted after walking all along the way to the hill.
"Oh Al, come on! Wake up! I didn't bring you here to sleep! Wake up!" little Ed shouted again, while pulling his brother arm in order to wake him up.
"Ed, stop it! Don't you see how tired he is? Leave him sleep!" little Winry said.
"Alright, it'll end up being just you and me then." Ed said, upset.
"What was that thing you wanted to show us so badly? It's really late now and I don't know what it is yet", the little girl with blonde hair said, while she put her hands around her arms trying to protect them from cold.
It was a really cold night, the coldest one in years.
"Look up", little Ed said, totally excited.
"Look up? At the stars?" the little girl asked, while she was looking at the dark sky.
"No, look at the moon" Ed said, with the same smile he had when they reached the hill.
Little Winry look at the moon, over and over, trying to find something "uncommon" that could've called Ed's attention. She didn't find anything.
"So, what do you think?" the little boy with blonde hair and amber eyes asked.
Winry hesitated. It's true that she was a bit angry with Ed for all the trouble he caused to Alphonse and her just to take them to the hill in that cold night. She was tired, hungry and cold…all because of Ed's stubbornness. However, she didn't want to disappoint him. No matter how ridiculous it could be, if it was important to him, then it'll be important to her too.
She took a deep breath.
Then, smiled and asked: "The moon looks really beautiful today, doesn't it?"
Ed looked at her, surprised. Even though she was right, it wasn't what he wanted to hear.
"It does, but…there's something else. Don't you see it?" he said, totally offended by her cluelessness. It was so obvious for him.
She was scared.
It didn't matter how many times she look at that gorgeous and imposing moon, she was incapable to discover what had called the little boy's attention.
She was nervous.
"No…I…can't see it. What is it, Ed? Tell me…please!" the girl said, looking straight to Ed's eyes.
Ed sighed.
What he wanted the most was to share that "treasure" with his younger brother and his best friend. However, when he thought he could do it, he found himself with an asleep younger brother and a clueless best friend.
"Look at the moon…is yellow" the boy said, totally frustrated.
"Yellow?" little Winry asked, looking at it once again.
He was right.
That night, up on the sky, the full moon looked different.
It was yellow, a very particular kind of yellow.
The little girl opened her eyes, amazed. She had never noticed it before, and she couldn't imagine how Ed, who's always been a little absent-minded – even careless – could've realize it.
That dark night, the full moon produced a powerful light.
From the top of the hill, she could see how the luminosity of the moon laid on the green land, the hills and the river that surrounded Risembool. It was a wonderful view, which was able to be appreciated only from the top of that hill…the highest one on town.
Little Winry was ecstatic. Her heartbeats were stronger than ever. She never imagined she'd be able to see such a gorgeous view on her hometown.
For the first time in years, she was really happy.
Since her parent's death, her heart only felt loneliness and pain.
Ed gave her a reason to smile, even though he wasn't aware of it.
After being in silence for a few minutes, she turned around to see Ed.
He was sitting on the ground with the legs crossed, looking at the sky.
Slowly, the little girl sat next to him and took his hand between hers.
Little Ed turned around immediately, scared and confused about his friend actions.
She looked straight at him, with a soft and gentle smile on her face.
Ed blushed.
He wanted to move his hand away from hers, but he was so surprised he couldn't make any move.
They were always together, most of the time fighting about insignificant things like all kids do. That kind of contact, however, was inexplicable for him.
"Ed…" the little girl with blue eyes, brighter than the moon, said.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, a little scared.
"Thank you so much…really…thank you!" she said, while she let go off his hand and came closer to him.
The little boy was more confused than ever. He tried to move back, but when he was about to do it, little Winry's arms surrounded him already.
His face turned red, totally red.
She embraced him in a warm hug.
The warmest hug he'd ever had besides his mom's.
Both silent, remain in that particular but lovely posture for a few seconds…that cold night, under the yellow moon.
To be continued n.n
