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Previously on In Love: Positive...

If none of those events would have existed, Ed and I would have probably been married already or dating or engaged or something normal, living three normal lives in a quiet little village with no troubles at all. We would all be happy. But fate had to be messed with and send everything flying uncontrollably in all directions. What a miserable life.


Childish

The streets of Central were completely destroyed. It was unbelievable how much it took to blow them up in a matter of minutes. There were pieces of concrete missing, giving the black pavement the appearance of a crater attack. It was difficult to walk through without slipping and I was surprised that I could keep my balance at all, but this would end when I would get home. I longed to go back now that I knew he would be away for the rest of his life and his absence would haunt me for the rest of mine. It was my biggest regret not telling him anything and it was my biggest disappointment realizing that I actually loved my best friend when he was leaving. I was angry with myself because I didn't want to admit it, but the thought broke through my barrier and invaded my entire system.

Buildings had collapsed and I saw smeared blood on the sidewalks; the greatest terror was noticing the hand of a child covered with the crimson liquid trying to reach for their teddy bear. How could such things like the gate and that space craft take hundreds of lives whether they are innocent or not? How could it crush that poor little girl or boy or let Edward and Alphonse pass through again? What if…it took something from Ed again and I'm not there to help him? He could lose his other limbs for all I know! And he would have to use that primitive crap he had before he crossed over instead of my beautiful crafted automail prosthetics! My automail…I wouldn't make it for him anymore. I wouldn't be…his mechanic. I wouldn't be of any use to him because the Fullmetal Alchemist won't return. I won't see his scorching amber eyes or his cocky grin or touch his golden hair. I won't watch him sport my creations or do the necessary repairs or maintenance or order him to strip off his clothes, have him…shirtless in front of me…

The image of Edward in his boxers crossed my mind. His body was proof that he worked out; sometimes when he unintentionally flexed his muscles, I could see the tendons and nerves stick out from his left arm. The automail made him look stronger and tougher. It made him look better. Even if one of them was made of steel, his hands were pronounced. The desire to have him wrap those beautiful biceps around my waist or my hips grew without a need to stop. His chest was so muscular and…sculpted. I felt like running my palms through his pectorals and admiring those broad shoulders of his. And his back…just remembering the time he showered outside in my house made me melt. The water that ran down his toned back increased his sensuality. My face felt like it would burn off; the blush on my cheeks must've been an immense red. Was I thinking of him like this because of how I felt? I was that attracted to him? Was love supposed to make me feel like this, have passionate desire? Lust over him and compliment his body silently? I stopped dead in my tracks, impressed with myself that I could crave for him like that. The worst part was that I didn't have a problem with that and I didn't want for anybody to slap me. I didn't want to stop thinking about the shine of his hair or the strength he had inside. Hell, I didn't care if I was caught day dreaming about him.

My train of thoughts was diminished instantly when I realized my wish to go home would be cancelled. Not only did the city receive an explosive attack, but the damn train station was closed and there were guards outside telling everybody to stand back. There was a large crowd yelling and I was unable to hear the guards' explanations. However, it wasn't that hard to figure the reason out. It was pretty obvious, if you used common sense. It was unsafe to travel by train because the tracks were wrecked. I felt like throwing my tools at everybody. How did I expect to get home now? My walk here was a total waste and I wasn't in the mood to ask the military for help after what I said.

Maybe if I walked home…sure enough because I can go through at least a day without stopping, with boots. Irritation flowed through my veins as I considered the options I had, which weren't many.

"If you want to take a train ride back to Resembool, you'll have to wait for five days." The general's cocky voice met my ears. His statement upset me; I was impatient to get the hell out of here damn it! I didn't want to respond since I knew my words would be seeping with venom. "Or," he continued, "one of us can take you in a car."

That's what I didn't want to think about. Being in a car with one of them didn't mix right with my attitude right now. I could suck it up if Riza went; I can actually talk to her about things. If Havoc or any of the others go, everything would be quiet since I would ignore everything they try to say. If the General accompanies me, it'd be like requesting suicide. He'd bombard me with questions and taunt and keep up his smug act. Ugh, I was thinking low of Roy when all he wanted to do was help me. This is a strange feeling I have. Mood swings are they?

I felt a hand rest lightly on my shoulder breaking my concentration. "Winry, would you like for us to take you home?" The First Lt. asked.

"Please." I mumbled.

"Alright then. Major, do you know of any routes that may be opened?" Mustang asked.

Armstrong was thoughtful for a moment.

It was cut short when a soldier came running towards us. "Sirs", he said as he stopped to salute, "General Hakuro instructs that it is crucial for all officers to come and put the city to order."

"Since when was he put in charge?" Havoc asked sarcastically.

"Hakuro?" Mustang echoed.

"Yes, sir."

"Tell him we'll be right there and also please excuse Major Armstrong. He won't be participating in this one." Roy commanded as he looked at the Major.

My eyes widened as I let that information sink in. Major Armstrong was coming? No! He's too…sparkly and gushy and…and…ARGH! Bottom line, I just didn't want for him to go. I'd rather take Mustang and his teasing remarks.

The Major and the soldier both nodded as the younger man excused himself.

"Don't worry Miss Winry. I'll make sure to get you to your home safe and sound!" He boomed with that powerful yet sweet voice of his.

"Thank you Major. I appreciate this and everything you all are doing for me." I bowed my head.

"Don't mention it." Mustang said.

Riza gave me a sympathetic look and then she went to join the group of officers.

I regretted behaving like a brat. They were being so kind with me and that wasn't fair to them. "Um, sirs", I called before we left, "I'm sorry for acting like I did earlier. I overreacted so please forgive me." I begged.

"You don't have to make an apology, Winry. It's only natural to respond like that to these kinds of situations." I wasn't surprised that Hawkeye said this.

"Thank you." I raised my sight and noticed someone missing. "Where's Sheska?"

"The city is rounding up the survivors and such. She went with them." Roy explained.

I sighed. "Thank you." She wanted to give me space.

And then, they ran to the base.

Unfortunately for Armstrong, we had to walk due to my presence and pace. We reached a hidden car that was kept behind a bookstore a while later. I really didn't know how long we took, but it must've been a couple of hours by the way the sky darkened.

"I hope you don't mind if we take a few hours to get to your destination, Miss Rockbell. It's getting late and we have to be careful on the road at night." Armstrong warned.

"It's okay. Thank you Major." I gave a small smile.

The trajectory was peaceful and calm; the Major surprised me when he didn't ask questions about my feelings for Edward. He is very respectful and I regret rejecting his company. It was actually the best for me. He was like my chauffer; I was in the back seat enjoying the ride while he drove.

"Major", I broke the silence, "why are you, um…so quiet?" I dared to ask.

"I thought you had gone to sleep. You are silent as well. Do you want to talk or do you feel like leaving the conversations for tomorrow?" he wondered.

He was really sweet. How did I somehow get annoyed with him? That was horrible of me! "Um, can we please talk tomorrow?"

"What ever makes you feel better."

"Thank you. Oh, Major! Aren't you tired?" I realized. He had been fighting all day with those armored soldiers that he must be worn out.

"Not one bit. I know you want to get home soon so I won't stop until we get there. Now, don't worry about me. Go to sleep Miss." He sounded like a father in that last part. Just wanting to get his child to their house so she can rest.

I lied down on the seat and smiled as I placed my hands under my head to let my dreams take over my mind.

I run as fast as I can through the large meadow, careful to avoid his touch. We are playing tag and the only thing that worries me is getting to be 'it'.

"ARGH!" he screams as he jumps through the tall grass to get to me.

I start to giggle and break into a run, using my toes only instead of planting my feet on the ground the right way. It's faster this way and I get to feel like a ballerina when I do this, but Edward is quicker. For a shorty, he knows how to run. He gets in front of me and makes me stop.

"Tag!" he says as he places his hand temporarily on my forearm. He starts to run again, waiting for me to go after him.

I move.

I'm getting closer to him, trying to avoid the many rocks that are in my way. The river's edge is at our feet and the wet grass tangles itself in our sandals.

"You have to run faster, Ed!" I warn as I push my way forward to catch his arm.

He turns around and catches me in his arms.

"Tag!" I yell.

"We're both 'it'!" he points out as he spins me around and we enter the clear water laughing.

We sit near the mouth of the river and watch the frogs jump from Lilli pad to Lilli pad and let that 'RIBET' sound escape their throats as they get inflated. We imitate the noise and chuckle at our silliness. We pick up two of the large leaves and admire them in our tiny palms. It's adorable how we play with them; Ed covers his face with it as if it was a mask and I place it on top of my head as if it were a hat. We put them back where they were and let the water flow under our little bodies. Ed gets the idea of splashing water and he starts to bring handfuls up so we can get wet. I follow his example and we end up soaked.

We stop and I take his face in my arms and give him an innocent kiss on his cheek. He freezes for a second and then recoils back to reality. His minute blush says that he knows what a kiss means and that he knows I did it because we're having fun, because we are friends…

We stand and begin to run around the little area we are in, chasing each other, or the frogs, picking the cattails we see for our curiosity and fun to rip something from the ground. We are mischievous as we splash water again until our parents come to find us dirty and tired, lying on the water, pretending to float like the fish that are present. Our childish laugher is carried by the wind. It echoes, it bumps into the invisible walls, it makes me crash.

My eyes opened as I felt that I touched the rather tough material that was the car's base. I couldn't really call it the floor since it was mobile and it wasn't on the ground.

"Miss Winry, are you alright?" Armstrong asked, stopping the car for a minute.

I didn't respond for a second. "Yeah, I'm okay." I murmured.

I must've rolled over. And I was having such a sweet dream! It was so adorable and cute; I couldn't find a way to erase it, and I didn't want to erase it!

He started the car again.

The sun was beginning to rise. It must be dawn. There was still a bit of purple and pink blending with the yellow and orange tints and the gray from the clouds.

"Miss Winry, you'll be happy to hear that we have arrived to Resembool and we are just moments away from your lovely home." He informed.

"Thank you, Major." We were here already?

I sat up and observed my home come closer. I remembered that I wanted to run up to my room and seal the door shut a few hours ago. That feeling came back as I recalled that Ed had left. Subconsciously, a tear escaped the edge of my right eye and the sinking emotions made their way through my body again. My depressive and defensive state returned and I felt like exploding.

Armstrong helped me off the car and we knocked on the entrance door. My granny came quickly to answer who was calling and gasped when she saw me with a defeated expression.

"Winry…" she said.

I knelt to her level and she embraced me tightly as I began to sob on her shoulder. I tried to muffle my cries so that the Major wouldn't hear them.

"They're—gone—granny." I sniffled.

"It's alright, Winry. Go ahead, let it out." She soothed.

Nothing seemed to make sense to me. Why was I acting like this? I get that I was in love with Edward, but was this really natural, like Riza had put it? Was I supposed to cry my eyes out if he wasn't near me?

I tried to be strong, to make my legs walk and move my body away from the door so the Major could come in, but it took all my strength to do just that. My tears fell from my face like rain drops on a leaking roof as I stood and made my way to my room. The desire was killing me inside. I needed to scream, to muffle that scream, to lose myself in the moment. My room looked so empty to me even if there were tools scattered across the floor, the ones I didn't pick up because of my laziness. Those tools, they reminded me so much of him. I used some of them on his arm and leg and my eyes just couldn't take the perspiration anymore.

I locked my room and placed my case on the opening edge so it wouldn't be opened before I walked to my bed and let myself drop almost dead and embrace the pillow to my face, dampening it with the salty liquid that clung to my blue irises. The sounds I could only hear were the ripping noises my chest would make. My sobs and heaves were that strong and loud, and desperate.

"Ed…ward, why did you…?" the question wasn't even given the chance to be completed since a stronger cry escaped my lips, harsher than before. Was this what people called depression? Because I couldn't find the way to stop crying. This was worse than when I found out my parents had been killed in the war in Ishbal. They weren't here because they were dead, so I couldn't really cry for them, I couldn't worry. They were in a better place. However, Edward? He was still alive, still breathing, still risking his life in a foreign world, so I could cry for him, I could worry. I didn't know what type of place he was in! Alphonse as well, but Al's his brother, one of my best friends. I didn't feel the same things I felt for Ed. It was a different kind of love. Something indescribable, something I couldn't explain. It would eat me up inside, haunt me at night, scare me in the day, depress me by the hour, taunt me by the minute, choke me by the second. I knew this wasn't a simple crush anymore. It developed way too fast, but in a way, I was glad. But, how could I be delighted about something such as this? I was glad that I was going to suffer or because I found a purpose to actually live for? Could I wait for Edward like I've done before? Could I live to do this? I wanted to since I still had hope. Edward's smart and he would find a way to get home, somehow. As long as I kept my faith, I would be alright. I believe in Edward and that's what I needed to survive. I needed to witness the day of his return with his brother, both in one piece, ready to hold me in his arms, ready to love me, ready to be mine.


I tried to mimic Stephenie Meyer's style for the dream. How'd you like that? Alright? Well, I hope everyone liked this one. It took long, but it's up. I'll try to update sooner. R/R,plz! Support is love! Thank you all!

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