Authoress' Note: Generally, I wouldn't let something small get to me, but after the shit I've been through this year, I'm not gonna deal with shit anymore. So, I have decided that this is the last chapter. I know, I'm really sorry to do this, but with people going around the site and pointing out that I can't write what I want, it's getting to me. Writing is so fucking important to me. And just the fact that I can't write the way I want to, makes me shake my head at these people. Have you noticed that they don't even have anything posted? They're dicks. Thank you guys so much for all the reviews, favorites, follows, and constant support. It really means a lot~! I love you guys; you're the best!

She jumps awake at the sound of thunder, a flash of lightning catches her attention and she looks out the window. Where was she? She looks around the room and notices that she's not in the hotel room like she thought she was. No. This is her bedroom. What is going on?

"Edward? Alphonse?" she calls out, reaching for her blanket when she notices a bruise on her arm. It hurts and it's almost like…

"No," she whispers, a lump forming in her throat. "It can't be."

Was it all just a dream? Something that her mind conjured up? How is that possible though? To have a dream that vivid, that real, and…

"And what?" she speaks aloud, throat hurting. "And feel like my heart is being ripped out of my damn chest?"

There's no one in the house, she thinks so anyway. She hasn't heard any movement but she doesn't even know what time it is. "What day is it?"

Tilting her head up a little, she looks at the wall that's behind her headboard and notices the calendar. "It's November now?"

She pushes the blanket off her legs, straining to move them over the side of the bed. What's going on? "Why am I so exhausted?"

As she lifts off the bed, she raises her left hand to her forehead, trying to stop the rush of pain. Something glimmers in the moonlight and she takes her hand from her forehead.

A gold ring is on her ring finger. It's nothing fancy, just an ordinary gold band. She takes her right hand and lightly traces the ring. "It's real?"

Just as she's about to take it off, the door to the room opens, revealing-

She jumps awake again but this time, it's not tat the sound of thunder. It's due to a hand being placed on her shoulder, a hand that's heavy and cold. She relaxes, both physically and mentally at the touch.

"You okay?" Ed asks, removing his hand and sitting next to her on the bed.

"I don't know," she quietly responds, scooting closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder.

"Bad dream?"

"More like nightmare."

Nothing more is said as Ed reaches his hand out and takes hers in his hand, lacing their fingers together.