I'm terrible sorry for taking so much time to update this, but I just entered high school and I barely have free time, but at last, here it is, the next chapter… so, let's cut this and get to the chapter lol, enjoy!

Chapter 3: Death

Winry's POV

It was a sunny day. I was sitting on the riverside, the water was flooding freely, and there were no obstacles on its way… it just kept flooding.

I was sitting, legs to my chest and my arms hugging them. I was watching my reflection on the water. It was so clear; I could even see the rocks on the bottom. As I just sat there staring at the rocks, another came, thrown by someone, it disturbed the calmness of the surface, and my reflection distorted for a minute… then I saw the rock at the bottom of the river, now accompanying its equals.

I brought my sight up, and I scanned the riverside, trying to find the disturber of my peace. And there it was. It was a boy, a blonde short boy, he was bending down to the floor, picking up rocks and throwing them to the river. But he was not alone. Another boy, a little bit taller than him, but something told that he was younger, was standing at his side, and next to him sat a girl, blonde and blue-eyed, looking bored.

"Hey! Ed!" said the girl suddenly "I'm bored of watching you throw rocks at the river! Let's do something fun!" She got to her feet and looked at the boy, waiting for an answer, when none came, the other boy said "Yeah, Winry's right, let's play brother!". Ed nodded and quickly threw the rocks that he had left to the river, then, he turned to look at the others and suddenly smiled, threw off his shoes and ran to the river, now laughing, and then said "Hey! Al! Winry! Come! The water is nice, let's have some fun!" Winry and Al smiled and soon followed his path, and got in the water, being welcomed by some splashing from Ed. And it began. Just a child's play, they ran here and there, splashing water one to the other, and laughing like it was the greatest thing on Earth.

I dropped my sight to the bottom of the river and I looked at the rocks again. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my back and the coolness of the air against my skin… and then… out of nowhere, I smiled. I looked again towards the children and I smiled wider at the sight. They were still playing with each other and a rainbow could be seen with every splash they made. It was beautiful.

Then, they just vanished. I suddenly felt cold, and I realized that the sun wasn't warming me anymore, I looked up and I found the sky full of grey clouds, and the wind that once was cool, was now cold against my bare arms and legs. I looked down to the river, and suddenly a drop felt to it, distorting my reflection a little bit, but it wasn't a drop of water… I found out this when the drop dispersed in the water, painting it with its color. I focused my attention once more on my reflection and I found my face… and I saw how it seemed so shocked by my next discovery… I was crying… I was crying tears of blood.

I woke up with a start, panting heavily, trying to reach out for some air, almost instantly I felt how my pajamas sticked to my skin, as my blankets did too. I was sweating a lot. I threw my blankets away, trying to find a way to cool myself.

After some moments of heavy panting, I found my breathing becoming even, but my body felt weak. I came to a sitting position and brought my legs to my chest, hugging them with my shaky arms.

"That was so scary" I whispered to myself. "What was that all about?" I asked, hoping to find a voice who will answer my question. But, logically, none came. I was alone in my room, and I confirmed that it was early morning as I turned my head to look at the clock of my midnight table. It was only 6:00 a.m.

"I need a shower" I said as I came back to reality, and found my pajamas still sticking to my skin. I got up from my bed and headed slowly for the bathroom, I still found my legs shaky. Why am I so shaky? It was just a dream… a nightmare… I thought to myself as I entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. I took off my clothes quickly, tired of the feeling of stickiness of my skin, and I entered the cascade of falling water.

"Ah, it feels nice" I said as a smiled played on my lips. Instantly I felt my body begin to refresh and clean. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of the cool water against my skin.

I wonder if that dream meant something… I mean… if it was something more than just a dream…A drop of blood falling to the river… that was not a drop, but a tear… a tear that came from me…why was I crying?... and blood… what happened that made me feel so sad?... did it mean something?... I began to study my dream unconsciously.

I opened my eyes as I realized what I was doing For god's sake, it was just a dream! I thought to myself, contradicting my past thoughts. I closed my eyes again and tried to guide my mind to another topic. And it came. And it was the same that I always find deep inside my mind… the one I can't escape…

"Ed" I said out loud. I began remembering. All of the times we shared together. Those times when we were little and we used to play and laugh all the time. Those times we got into a fight and wrench always found its way to his skull. Those times when we just talked about all the things that we had done while we where apart. When we were little we always told each other everything… I guess that time can change people.

When he came back, all those times, I always asked him about the things that they had done, but he never went deep within the topic, he always changed it, or he'll start a fight (or me), or someone came in and cut us… but he never really told me all about his adventures, and when he came back and I asked how his auto-mail got crushed, he'll always keep silent, or just smirked. And I'll just sigh and fix it anyway.

He never told me… he always looked somewhere else, or find something else to do, or just didn't talk… I really wanted to know the reason, but he never used to care what I felt or wanted. He just kept shut… as always… no… since the day his mother died… that day, he shut himself and he never spoke of the situation…

Al always used to tell me how he felt… or at least gave me hints to try and figure it out by myself… but he never did… he just kept it all inside… and when he tried to transfigure his mother, he never told me… when I asked what were they researching, he just told me it was not of my business… and Al just smiled a bit and apologized quietly…

Did he ever trusted me?... did he ever saw me as something more than the girl next door or his auto-mail mechanic?... Did he?...

Did he considered me a friend?... did he ever felt something more?...

I turned off the shower and let myself dry a bit. I dropped my sight to the floor and I saw the drops of water that were falling from my wet hair… and I realized that two of the drops were tears… I was crying again… and it was the same reason… Ed… as it had been for the past year and a half.

"I'm sick of this" I whispered weakly. I got out of the shower, took one of the towels and dried myself totally, then I wrapped it around my body and entered my room to put some clothes. Another day… and I'm already crying… I'm pathetic…I thought to myself as I brushed my hair, now fully clothed.

I saw my reflection on the mirror… the same as always… something missing… maybe the light in my eyes… or the pink on my cheeks… but as always, I just nodded to my reflection and exited my room.

I went downstairs and I found one of the reason I still "smiled"… Den… as silly as it may sound, he makes me smile, even if he is just a dog, he is like a part of the family. "Good morning, Den" I told him as I bent down and gave him a kiss on the nose. "Did you sleep well?" he just barked, an affirmative bark. I smiled a bit.

I got up and headed for the front door. I went out and found the sun beginning to rise in front of me. It had been a while since I got up this early, I don't even know when was the last time I saw a sunrise.

"This definitely made my day" I said as I smiled. I sat on one of the steps and watched the sunrise, soon Den was by side. I instantly hugged him. I should be waking to find a men waiting for me in the kitchen, and then we should go out and watch the sunrise together… and I wake to find a dog waiting for me in the kitchen and now we are watching the sunrise together…totally romantic… I sighed and got up, heading towards the front door again, Den on my heels.

I entered the house and I went straight to the kitchen, now hungry. I began preparing my breakfast. Den was close to me, whining, waiting for me to feed him. When I got my breakfast ready, I poured some orange juice in a glass, and all of this was on the table, I turned around and finally fed the whining dog. Then I headed to my breakfast and began to eat it.

After eating my breakfast and spending an hour and a half reading auto-mail magazines I realized something… It was 7: 30 and granny was still not awake… something unusual for her… Come one, after all, she is granny, she may seem young, but she isn't… I'll let her rest a bit more.

After making sketches of new auto-mail designs, after getting to my room and began organizing some stuff, after coming down to read a bit more my auto-mail magazines and after realizing that it was 10:00 a.m. I began to worry sick.

Granny never gets up later than 9… I'll go up and check on her, maybe she is taking a shower or something. I thought to myself. I ascended the stairs, not really thinking about Granny, but still planning new designs for the auto-mail, and as I entered my granny's room, I realized that she was still sleeping.

Weird… I thought. I walked up to her bed slowly, and found a look on her face of pure peace. Suddenly I felt something. Something strange, like a hunch, something wasn't right, but I couldn't tell exactly what my instincts were referring to. I looked down to see my Granny laying in her bed and I felt an intense cold, that chilled me to the bone, like someone had put an ice on my back, I could feel the hairs on the back of my hair begin to rise. Then, as soon as it appeared, it vanished. And I just stood there, like I was freeze to the spot.

I turned my head a little to see the room and try to find an open window or some sort of thing that may had been the cause of the sudden wind, but I found the window shut, and no doors open. I focused my attention once again towards granny and I realized something, she was pale. I reached an arm towards her, trying not to think of the worst. As I reached out slowly to her, I realized that I was shaking, and that I was beginning to sweat. This can't be happening… I mean… it's not possible, I thought. At last, my hand touched her shoulder, it seemed like it took me forever to get to her. When my flesh touched her body, I felt one of the strongest feeling I'll ever feel in my entire life, an immense sorrow. I realized one thing… she was cold, very cold.

That was the day when it happened… the day when I realized something… I died… when I realized that my granny did.

Uh… sad? Depressing? Weird? Lol, well, it's my story right?... anyway… I don't know if I'll regret this later, but I did liked it… anyway, I gotta go, tomorrow's Monday and I have to go to sleep lol… please, review and tell me what you think of the story… should I kill someone else? Lol… REVIEEEEWWWW!

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