A/N: I am so teh Emo. xD

Ed/Win with a bit of Ed/Rose

What We Never Had\

Winry's Point of veri

I like being needed by him. He needed me to repair his automail, and I honestly felt sometimes that was the only reson he came back to Resembool. Who could blame me for crying when he came home, ten-year-old Alphonse on his trail, his automail replaced with flesh. I was happy to hear that Alphonse was moving back, and turned hopeful eyes on Edward. Pinako had asked the unspeakable question. There was a long, uncomfterble silence afterwards. It seemed like forever before Edward opened his eyes and gazed out the window.

"I'm staying in Central," he had said. "I'm not coming home."

Who could blame me for crying?

So, I carried on, helping Al grow and live as he could with his limited memories. He easily rebuilt his house, and started to pick up his life where he had left off. He continuted to study Alchemy, and I could understand, but it still made me uneasy to come over to his house and find him in the basement, looking over alchemy books.

I didn't see Edward for several years after that.

I cried a lot in the begining. But, after the first month, I got used to the fact that he didn't need me, and wasn't coming back. I swore, when he came for a visit, I would tell him how I felt. I loved him, and there was no changing that. I spent many nights, fantisizing about what would happen if he came home, and sweep me off my feet. Saying he loved me more then anything. Although, I knew that was not Edward's style, but hey, I'm allowed to dream.

The first phone call from him in three years was like heaven. I picked up the phone, repeating the phrase I had since I was a little kid. "Rockbell automail shop," and when he spoke, I felt my legs fail me and I sunk to the floor.

"Winry?"

"Edward?" I cried. "You're calling! How are you?"

"Not bad," he answered casually. "I just thought I would come home for a visit."

I remember feeling so damn giddy. My heart would've exploded from sheer joy had I not been clutching my chest. "Edward," I said. "Since when do you call ahead of time?"

"Since now I guess," he replied. "So it's okay if I come, and bring a guest?"

I didn't hear him. I was on cloud nine. "Yes of course! Come home!"

I didn't hear him say "guest" and when he came home, I was shocked. My heart shattered into a million peices, and fell through the floorboards. Lost forever.

"This is Rose!" He said. "My new girlfriend."

I hated her from the beggining. That hair. That figure. Those eyes. She was shorter then Ed, and I hated that too. I hated everything about her. They left after a few days, and I was glad to see her go. She was a whore, and I hated her.

Who could blame me for crying?

I met a man named Eric not long after that. He was tall, dark haired and a real gentleman. I started to fall for him, but I knew it was nothing real. He was a security blanket. Someone to help me get over Edward. Needless to say it didn't go too well. Edward had called me to say hi, and I was stupid. I started bragging about how wonderful Eric was. He hung up half way through our conversation.

Once again, I lost touch with Edward. It was four years before he called me again. The moment the words left his mouth, I slammed the phone down on the hook and ran off. I hated her. I hated him.

The wedding was the longest, most painful thing I had ever sat through. Watching as that girl Rose walked down the isle, and kissed him. That should have been me! Why wasn't it ME? I couldn't even stand the rest of the reception. I left before they cut the cake.

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Edward's point of veiw

The day I came home with my real flesh arm and leg, with Alphonse trailing behind me, I was so happy. She would finally see me for who I was instead of for the damned automail. When I showed it to her, I could see the pain as it dashed across her face. I felt guilty, and angry. Was she so concerneed about her stupid automail? Didn't she see the only reason I got my arm and leg back was because of her. I could've lived with automail my whole life if I wanted to, but I did this for her. So she would see me for more then just a person to attach her "works of art" to. I guess I never was more then just a person to display her art.

I was angry, and bitter. Pinako had asked me weather or not I was staying home. I stared at Winry, and she stared at me. "I'm staying in Central," I said, looking out the window. "I'm not coming home."

That was a mistake. I lived in the dorms for a long time after that. Doing aimless military work. None of it seemed worth it though. I was merely existing. I wasn't even living my life anymore.

I thought about calling Winry a lot, but decided against it. She probably was still mad at me for destroying her works of art in my transmutation. I was a mess, and finally, I ran into Rose from Lior, and we got to talking. It turned out she had a hudge crush on me, and so we went out. Winry had moved on, so why shouldn't I?

Finally, after several weks of dating, I called home. It was so great to hear her voice again. "Rockbell automail shop." I felt like melting right then and there. I missed her so much.

"Winry?" I asked, managing to hide the joy from my voice. I miss you like hell.

"Edward?" She cried. "You're calling? How are you?"

I was so glad to hear her tone overjoyed rather then angry. "Not bad," I answered casually. "I just thought I'd come home for a visit."

"Edward," she said. "Since when do you call ahead of time?"

I had to pause. Since when did I call ahead of time? "Since now I guess," I replied. "So is it all right if I bring a guest?" I was gauging her reaction. It was all in her tone now. This decided weather I tell Winry how I felt about her, or if I stayed with Rose.

"Yes of course! Come home!" I almost sighed, but wouldn't let her hear it. She didn't think of me as more then a friend. She didn't even seem fased or suspicious that he was bringing a guest. When I arrived at the house with Rose, she still looked unfased.

"This is Rose!" I said, glancing from Alphonse to Pinako, to Winry. "My new girlfriend!"

There was no emotion on her face, and I had to wonder if I made the wrong choice.

It was about two weeks after that when I recieved a call from Winry. I was happy to hear from her. I could ask her if she was alright with Rose. But then, she started to go on and on about some guy named Rick, or Eric, or something. I could care less. So I hung up the phone. Clearly, she moved on. And it was about time I did too.

After proposing to Rose, calling home was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I could hear her surpressed sobs on the phone. I had to ask her; "Winry, are you all right with me marrying Rose?" I would've broke it off right there and went home to her. I just wanted her to say it.

"I don't care what you do!" She snapped, before hanging up the phone.

It was a lovely wedding. I loved Rose, and was fine with being with her, but there were those lingering feelings for Winry that I simply couldn't shake.

I had no regrets when I spotted Winry and what's-his-face standing at the doorway at the begining of the reception. They shared a kiss before leaving. She never had any regard for my feelings. I had no problem with moving to Central and never going back to the run down town I grew up in.

Two years after our wedding, Winry invited me to her and ugly's wedding. I didn't go. It would've been tourcher to stand there and watch the woman I loved for a large portion of my life, walk down the isle with another man. Rose understood. I didn't go, and I don't have any regrets.