Well, here's the next chapter, I'll like to thank everyone who had reviewed, without you people… well, I think I wouldn't had continued this xD, but anyway… gotta go because today is the Super Bowl! xD and I'm watching it, so.. enjoy the chapter!

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Chapter 5: The world without you

Ed's POV

"Edward?" I look around, trying to focus my sight and after a few seconds of confusion; I could make out a figure standing in the doorframe. "Hey" I say, finding my voice raspy, and my throat dry. "What happened to you?" He asked with a false (or at least from my point of view) tint of worry in his voice "You look awful". I look back to where my sight had been the whole night… to my hands… I had spent 4 hours and a half, just sitting in the kitchen table, staring at my hands. My eyes hurt by the lack of sleep, and my body screamed to have a rest, but their pleas were in vain.

He sat across from me, and I could feel him staring at me with curiosity. I just continued to watch my hands. Silence came, like it always did when we were together, and believe me, I talked more with myself than with him, I just couldn't bare to open my mouth one day and ask him things that I had always wanted to ask him, after all, I grew up without a father… and here I was, sitting at the same table, living in the same house with him… for normal people, some type of conversation will be bound to appear sometime, but after all, I'm a weird guy, and even if we "share" some times together, he still is an unknown man for me.

"Edward?" He asked again, with that fatherly tone of his, that for me was more like an I-want-to-be-a-father-for-at-least-one-minute-in-my-life tone. At last, I looked at him, and as our eyes met, for a fraction of second, I could see worry in his eyes, before I darted my sight to another place, incapable to bear the sense of guilt in my chest.

"What do you want?" I ask coldly. "You know" He starts, with a serious tone of voice, which made me look at him, "you don't always have to hide everything, even if I didn't spend time with you when you were a kid, I'm still your father, and I worry about you, believe it or not, I do, and sometimes, I would like to know some things, maybe not all your life, but… at least one thing" He is looking down now, I'm not sure if he is imitating me by looking at his hands or if we are so alike, as some people say, that we both do that when we feel uncomfortable or confused.

I sigh. My mind screams at me to ask him what had been on my mind the whole night, but my pride tells me to shut my mouth and don't say a thing, like I always do. But I guess that sometimes, pride needs to be cast aside so you can gain something. "Hey old man" He looks up and stares at me, and I look at him too, so I can see his reaction when I ask him the question "is there a way that someone from the other side of the gate can come here, but not stay… I mean, like, just… her presence?"

He looks a little bit surprised by the question, I can see it in his face…and then he just smiles."I guess that you can't help feeling like you do, right? I may not know you totally, but I do a little bit, after all, you're like me in a lot of ways, you can't stop thinking about her right? Let me guess… Winry?"

If I could see myself right now, I would be greeted by a shocked and blushing face. He smiles even wider as he sees my reaction. "I may be old, but I'm not stupid, and even if you try to control your heart with your mind, sometimes your mind won't win the fight… and sometimes without knowing your heart will control your mind, and before you get a hold of the situation, the expression in your face tells it all" He said with a understanding tone.

And as always, I just blush more and turn my face from him, trying to hide my face with my bangs. But even if I feel embarrassed by the situation, my curiosity keeps bothering me, and before I know it, I say "But you didn't answer my question". He laughs, and that bothers me, but he answers anyway "Well, I've never know of that kind of thing, but, who knows… some things happen and have no explication, so maybe, if there is a strong bond between two people, no matter how far they are, maybe there can have a connection, and then you could say that the people's presence is near".

I sat up straight, and I stare at my hands again, in deep thought. Could it be that there is a connection? Or maybe it was just me, that was scared by the dream and I became paranoic for a moment… and my own anxiety took me to the conclusion that the voice was of someone I knew… from someone I loved… but maybe… there was no scream… maybe there was nothing but a paranoic sweaty man trying to figure out to whom the voices in his head belonged…

And my thoughts are sweetly interrupted by his voice again "Well, I've gotta go know, you know, food doesn't fall from the sky, and the money to buy it either" He says with a simple smile. And for the first time in my life, I felt a desire deep within my heart to know him better, to treat him better… Maybe I just needed to let something out… maybe I just needed someone to hear what was on my mind…And before I know it, I smile back at him, feeling a tint of hope. Hope for a better future.

I could see a shocked look in his eyes before he turns around and leaves the kitchen, to go upstairs and prepare to go to work. And I'm left alone in the kitchen again, staring at the place where he had disappeared… maybe it wasn't that bad having someone around… maybe it wasn't that bad to have that old man living in the same house… maybe it wasn't that late to get to know him, to have a relation with him, to be treated as a kid… by his father… his father.

Well, I think is time for me to leave this place, I have work to do I think to myself. I look at the clock that was above the kitchen door, and I find out that I only had 45 minutes… if it took me more to get to work, Al with be mad, and that means, another lecture from him about responsibility and punctuality… and right now, I don't think I need that.

I walk upstairs towards the bathroom, I needed a shower… I close the door behind me and begin to take off my clothes… I definitely need a shower I think as I smell my clothes, they were reeking of sweat and, as a conclusion, my body was too. I turn on the shower and let the water fall in my tired body, I begin to wash myself as my thoughts begin to wander again.

Wha is she doing right now? Is she still asleep?... wait… it's the same hour there?... or does that change too?... I sigh. There are so many things that I want to know… so many doubts in my head that are waiting… no, better saying… searching for an answer. Has she… changed? Is she taller now? Is she still taller than me? I chuckle at my own thoughts I'm just being masochist. I smile and chuckle again. But soon my smile becomes a sad one. Has she found anyone? Has she forgotten me? Do they think I'm dead? Or just missing?... Is she still waiting for me? Or does she have someone else at her side right now? I shake my head. These thoughts were getting out of line. And I need to wash quickly if I don't want Al to lecture me again.

I finish taking my shower, and I turn it off. I walk out of it and begin drying off with a towel. Then, I put on my clothes, brush my hair a bit, and make my ponytail… as always. I put on my shoes, and walk out of the bathroom, now refreshed and ready for work.

I head towards my bedroom, and as I enter it, I was greeted by an awful smell. "I think this room needs air" I said to myself. I open up the window, and look outside. People walking down the streets… some hurriedly, others calmly. One or two cars traveling at the street. "I guess today is pretty peaceful" I sigh… I close my eyes as memories from Rizembool came back to me. Back there, there wasn't a day that was not peaceful. I think to myself.I can still remember the green fields, how nice it was to lay back at the shadow of a big tree, and be able to fall asleep there… with the sound of the wind, and the chirping of the birds… and the warm people…children running around; playing, people greeting you as you walked, old friends coming to ask you how had you been… It's so different in here I think to myself as I open up my eyes. And I sigh again. I look at the clock at my night table, and I find out that I was running out of time.

"I better go" I turn away from the window, and begin to collect all the papers that were at my desk, putting them all inside my briefcase. As I finish, my father appears at the door "I'm going now, you should go too" he says. I turn to look at him, my briefcase already closed and in my hand. "Yeah, I'm going now too" I answer him. We descend the stairs together, and we go out of the house.

"Don't forget to come back before dinner" he says as we're about to part ways. "I won't" I say as I smirk. I turn around and I begin walking down the street. I look at my watch and I find out that I only have 15 minutes to go. I better hurry up is the last thing I think as I walk quickly towards my destination.

Well, that's it, I hoped you had liked it, this chapter… well, it was long, but not that interesting xD, but anyway, I promise that the next one will be better, so…

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