The Lake

By: AngolMoaChan

This is an Edgar Allen Poe poem entitled "The Lake" I thought it fit pretty well. This first chapter is a rewrite of Episode 3, around when they make the little horses for Trisha. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own the poem "The Lake". And, I don't own FMA. If I did, Winry and Ed would be married. :D

"In the spring of youth it was my lot, to haunt of the wide world a spot that which I could not love the less!"

Ed saw the wistful look of Trisha Elric as she daydreamed. He saw the sorrow and how she would never give up on him. Even if he already had. She congratulated him once more on his alchemic abilities…and it made him want to cry. She was so faithful, so devoted! He snatched the little horse, racing for his special spot.

The Lake.

It was a quiet, secluded area, surrounded by pine trees and shadows. It was also the only place Al wouldn't follow him. It scared his little brother sick. Edward sat down by the edge of the lake, dragging tiny fingers through the surface. It rippled and spread at his touch, oddly reminding him of an alchemical transmutation. The tears were threatening to spill, the dam ready to break. He could feel the torrent of emotions reaching its breaking point, and he was about to release a sob when one came from behind the pine trees. Ed gasped, jumping up and sprinting behind one of the looming trees. The hiccups and sobs, along with panting grew closer. The tiny blonde girl came running, gasping for air.

"Win…ry?" he whispered softly. She sat down by the edge of the lake, wiping her eyes and staring at her reflection.

"Uwahh! Mom! Dad! Why did you leave? WHY? You said…you said you would be back! How could you? HOW COULD YOU!" Winry shouted at the sky, banging her fists on the ground. The full realization of smacked him between the eyes. Mr. and Mrs. Rockbell…were gone. He let off a howl and ran directly for Winry.

"No! Stay AWAY!" she shouted, ripping out a hand…and slapping Edward in the face.

"N-Not the welcome I was hoping for…" he muttered softly.

"Oh…Ed…I-I'm sorry…"

"S'okay. I…err…I heard about your parents. I-I'm sorry." Winry nodded. He held out a hand to her and she took it, shyly interlocking her fingers with his.

"So, how did you find my secret spot?" he asked, grinning. No response. Now Ed was worried. He knew he would probably get slapped again for his "last resort" but he had to try. Winry sniffled, startling him out of his thoughts. Edward took a deep breath, let go of her hand…and kissed her on the cheek.

"E-Ed!" He ran off as fast as he could, a furious blush spreading across his cheeks. Winry touched her cheek and then blushed too. But they were both smiling.

Cute little fluff. It's amazing I can create fluff from a depressing poem. xDDDDDD