/Sorry this is so late guys. Had writer's block. But now here's another chapter and I hope you enjoy it~ AND NOW FOR THE IMPORTANT PART OF THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just want to say it'd be nice to receive a little more feedback from my Quotev Followers and my FanFiction Readers. I want to know what you guys think about this! And if there's any fanart from it circling around. Well, anyway, HOPE YOU ENJOY :)

Chapter Ten

Edward Elric's POV

Winry insisted on tagging along. I was fine with this, until she decided to get involved in everything.

It wasn't Marco's fault that he lost an arm and a leg and needed my mechanic's expertise to create new automail, but I found it irritating that she seemed to be clinging to Marco as if he was the subject of her affection now. He hadn't quite finished talking to me, but when I heard Winry's soft sweet voice and felt the warmth of Marco's hand leave my aching back, I knew our conversation was going to be cut short.

I sighed and watched the two from the other side of the airship. You know that sinking feeling you get when someone you love is off talking to another person and you get jealous because deep down you feel like it should be you talking to them? I had that. Most call it jealousy. I call it greed, in the remembrance of Greed, the homunculi that wanted everything but had nothing. I never considered him to be alive, though he had taken over Ling Yao's body. As long as he was within Ling, he wasn't truly alive to me.

I was glad when we finally arrived at Maria again. Simply for the fact that I knew that she'd have to go with the doctors to check out the local survivors and those who are still serving. From the way everything looked, Marco would get to spend more time with Winry than I would be able to. Which wasn't fair, but I digress. As long as I didn't have to see it, I'd be okay.

My hands instinctively grabbed the seat as the airship landed, and I watched as Winry and Marco stumbled at the crash. Marco's fumbling made sense; he had never really rode in an airship before. But Winry… there was no excuse. I huffed in frustration. I knew she did it just so she could fall into Marco.

I got up and stepped outside.

No matter how sweet and charming this "Freckled Jesus" may be, I can't stand to look at him right now.