Summary: Rated T for blood loss. "Sometimes the most amazing things can happen...sometimes, no matter how loosely or tightly you hold onto him or her, your love, your dream, he or she will slip right through your fingers."
Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, Envy would be tortured in a room by myself, Ed, Gracia Hughes, Wrath (he's creepy, but just too cute to be kicked around like that), Schiezka (sp?), Roy, and invites would be sent toeveryone on the show. He can still suck a$$ generally if everyone gets to get their revenge.
Just when I thought our chance had passed…
"He what!" she screamed.
"It was an accident! I swear!" Al said quickly, stepping in front of the door, trying to keep her from killing Edward Elric.
"He was fondling her!"
"But it wasn't intentional! He'd forgotten girls have those…there…" If Al could blush, I'm sure he would've.
Most of her anger dissolved into giggles. She couldn't stay mad at Al. It really wasn't even him she was angry with. It was Ed, who Al still wouldn't let her see. As angry as she was, it seemed no one noticed that she was worried. Worried that Ed was already on his first steps to being another Roy Mustang. And worried that he'd already met so many women that his heart had no room for her anymore. She knew she wouldn't be totally forgotten. After all, she was his mechanic. But she loved him. Could he love her back? She slowly sank to the floor in tears. Al, like all men, was baffled. "Winry? Don't cry. If it makes you feel better, he sent her to jail later," he tried to reason.
She shook her head. That wasn't the issue. The issue was that her heart was breaking, and the man responsible wasn't even pretending to care. Where was Ed anyway? He wouldn't run off without Al. She decided then and there that she couldn't, she wouldn't, keep going through this. She couldn't keep ripping out her heart for him. Whatever chance she'd hoped they had was gone.
(A/N: Thank Brickwall847 for the chapter. She reminded me (blushes).)