The Lake
AngolMoaChan
-Chapter Two-
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, 'cause if I did, it would have followed the manga MUCH closer. (cough) EdWin (cough)
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake with black rock bound,
All the tall pines that towered around
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all
And the mystic wind when by
Murmuring in melody-
Then—ah then I would awake,
To the terror of the lone lake
Shadows of a never ending nightmare still echoed in his head. Twisting and turning across his mind night after night, day after day. It always started the same way. It would be thunderstorming. He would be walking to the lake, trying to find her. Panic would claw at his chest, rising with each step until he reached it…
And saw her crumpled over the rocks.
The wind would be blowing her hair softly. He would run to her, screaming her name, Winry, Winry! Over and over again, clutching her tightly and shouting for help. There was always, always a pool filled with her crimson blood, the stain of it clinging to her fallen form. And then…he would hear her voice.
"It's your fault…you left me alone…your fault…it's all your fault!"
And then he would awaken with a shout, drenched in a cold sweat. Edward could see her peacefully sleeping with her head on his chest, hair fluttering softly with each breath. She would wrap her arms around his waist, whispering her little words of comfort.
"It's okay…I'm right here."