As she stood at the side of the bed, the starched white linen glaring in her face, Winry silently grieved.
Why am I thinking like this? He's not even dead yet. Her hand went to her head as she reprimanded herself.
We don't even know that he's going to die. But we're basically condemning him, expecting him to die.
"Winry."
Winry gasped and looked up from her shoes, to the face resting on the pillow. The golden hair, the once golden eyes that had lost their brightness.
Ed's weak hand rose from the hospital sheets, falling into Winry's.
"You're crying. Don't cry. Please, Winry, don't cry."
Winry shook her head.
"I can't help it."
"But why are you crying? It's like you've lost hope."
She placed his hand back on the sheets, the tears coming again.
"You have my soul. If you die, my soul dies with you. Without a soul, I am nobody. I am nobody without you."
He raised a shaking finger, wiped the tears off her face.
"I'm not dead yet. Don't lose hope."
As she placed a final kiss on his face and turned to the door, she heard his voice again.
"Winry."
She turned.
"Yes?"
"Goodbye, Winry."
"Goodbye, Ed."
She turned, sobbing, and ran from the room. Behind her, two souls rose silently, invisibly, together forever.