Those who read my other fic... I will prolly update next week.. or the week after... please hold on.. and I have this one-shot + another.. I'm having troubles getting the other one from my lap top... but that one, if you like it and want me to.. I will make it into an actual story...
Ed's view on women
I catch the falling snowflakes in both hands. They melt in my left and maintain their form in my right. They don't melt on Al. Will our hearts become as frozen as our bodies?
We a re falling. We reach up. We try to find the edge. There is no light in this black pit we are searching for a way out of. What life is this? An endless pit? A life time of nothing.
From above a light shines down, illuminating the walls and the bottom. I see a ledge and grab onto it. Beside me, Al pulls himself up onto it. The ledge is wet and slippery. I'm falling… damn it! I'm falling! There are no more ledges! I can't die here! Al! Who will restore him! My hands slide right before Al can grab ahold. I look down. DAMN IT TO HELL! There are fucking spikes beneath me! I'm going to die! I can't die here! Not now!
If I die… what will happen to Al and Winry? That last thought… saved me. I felt a gentle hand come around my wrist. My feet dangle a centimeter above the spikes. I look up to see my savior. Looking down at me, I see her gentle face, blue eyes, and long blond hair. She smiles at me and say "Now now Edward, we can't have you slipping through our fingers and out of reach so easily. If you plan on going and never coming back at least give me back my automail." She laughed. Such a carefree laugh as she pulled me back up into the light. Into the light, with Al... and everyone else. I don't think I'll be going back into that pit again. I think I'll stay right where I am.
We were at the end. I gave up. Why is it that women are really good at fixing things? They always know the right things to say. They pull you out of the worst situations. Is it because they are so tender? Or is it that they understand men so well?
Even though I wasn't the nicest to her. Ross pushed us forward. She led us in the right direction. She made sure I learned and moved on. Even if she disagreed with me.
If I think about Mustang without Hawkeye, I might have to laugh. Not only is Hughes pushing him to the top, but so is Hawkeye. Te two head up together. If not for Hawkeye, Mustang would be stuck at the bottom. He is completely dependant upon her.
