READ, IMPORTANT INFO AND AN ANSWER TO THOSE WHO CRAVE FLUFFINESS! A/N: Sadly there'll be a TON of fighting before the fluffiness which will be towards the end. Don't worry, I'll make it sweet for you guys Thanks for the reviews as always! Also much to my displeasure I'm not feeling well and may have come down with a fever T.T Hopefully it'll go away soon That's why I was a bit late in typing this. I'll be going away again to see my cousins. They're really cool. I think I'm flying there? Don't know yet. Lol, I'm clueless as to what I'm doing T.T

Disclaimer: I don't and never will own FMA. I think... Oh! And I'm not making a profit. Then I'd be sued XD

CHAPTER 13: NEVER FORGIVE, NEVER FORGET

She got up and stretched. The normal morning routine we all do to remind us that it was morning and we'd have to get up sooner or later anyways.

In fact, this morning Winry was feeling a ton better. Maybe she'd be able to go to the river with Ed and Al! At this thought a smile spread across her face but then she remembered the other night and her look turned sour.

"Winry, you up yet?" a farmiliar voice sounded from behind the door.

She sighed, slowly walked over to the door, opened it, and came out. Her hands placed gracefully behind her back.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?"

You see, the moment Winry had heard that voice at which, at this point in time she wasn't very happy with, she had grabbed the wrench off her side table and settled in behind her back so the short alchemist couldn't see it. And then, as expected she had bashed him up quite good to partially meet her standard of rage at the moment.

"Well, you don't exactly call people's dreams 'stupid.'"

"You're still worked up about that?" Edward exclaimed.

"Yes, I'm still worked up about that," Winry replied, mocking Edward in a shrill and annoying voice.

"Look, Winry I'm sorr—"

"Well, sometimes sorry isn't good enough!" she yelled, "When you tell someone you care about and trust you would expect the same care and consideration but no, that's just too hard for you isn't it Edward!"

Tears, they sprang from her eyes uninvited and unexpectantly. They ran down her face. Disrupting her speech and causing her to stutter through it.

"But you n-never even m-made and effort to think about it. I-it's just too hard for you! You can't think of anyone but yourself! Y-y-you!" She let her wrench fall to the ground and her knees buckle under her, causing the now-weeping girl to land on the floor.

"Winry, I'm—" Edward failed in another attempt to soothe her as she interrupted him. She brought her eyes to meet his in a haunting embrace. Tears left their mark as she continued to sob, bringing up one hand to her face only to feel the sensation of hot, salty water trailing down to her elbows and onto her lap.

"I always wanted to go back to that memory. Where we were just children and nothing mattered. There was no such thing as death or devastation. Then we were actually happy Edward, happy. But of course you never wanted to be happy, you always have to take the blame for everything. Well, get over it! We all make mistakes, we're human Edward, not god!"

He kneeled down by her and offered a hand despite the hurt he was receiving from her. She slapped him away and stood up, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

"Get out. I don't need you anymore I can take care of myself and you can continue to look for that stupid stone. Obviously we're not good enough for you. Nobody said it was easy waiting for you day in and day out so do us both a favor and get lost Edward." Winry said shakily, looking down on him.

She was serious.

And the words stung. It was as if he was backed against a wall. Fighting wasn't going to help any and being quiet wasn't going to change either. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to run.

"Winry?" Both teenagers looked down to see the two people they least expected at the time, Al and Pinako. "We're home..." he trailed off as Ed stood up and started to decend the stairs.

"Brother, where are you going?" asked Al frantically, hurrying towards Ed.

"Nelly's. I can probably stay there. I'll meet you at the station Saturday," he replied coldly as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.

"Winry, care to explain?" asked the old woman on the couch below, raising an eyebrow in emphasis.

xoxox

"Ed? Is that you?" asked a dark haired girl peeking out from the doorway.

"Yeah, I got kicked outta Winry's house."

"Really? Well come in," Nelly opened the door and Ed stepped in, suitcase in hand which Al had given to him once Ed was already halfway there since the ever-ignorant Ed had forgotten.

They ended up catching up on tea and pie in the kitchen.

"Wow, you got your ass kicked didn't cha?" asked Nelly with a small giggle.

"Hey! This is no laughing matter!" Ed replied. "Ugh, I just wish I hadn't gotten kicked out. Isn't being yelled at enough?"

"Hey cheer up shrimp," she replied with and encouraging smile, "She'll find that present one day. I mean, she has to look under there sometime."

"I guess so—HEY!" he shouted as she tried to calm him down, and tried to assure him she was only polking fun.

And just a walk away was a girl crying her eyes out of hatred for herself.

xoxox

A/N: I know, it's sad and kinda short but I really have to go! It's 11 PM

-Phyco girl