NC Ace: Thanks all three of you! This was my first time at any fluff, and I'm happy it turned out ok. This one has a bit of angst in it as you may call it.
Winry the Alchemist: Thank you! I just ask...As many RoyAi stories I've read...I still don't know what it means...mind explaining? There just isn't enough Edward and Winry. Too many people are too obsessed with Edward, so they hate Winry... -shakes head- Edward's my favorite character in Fullmetal Alchemist! I can't help but love all the characters in it! Their personalities are so defined, going through things most people don't...
Kayizzle: There's rarely a time people call anything I write or draw cute! Thanks! I've just read so many of these kind of fics, and found them so inspiring, I had to write one myself!
anangelslife: Of course I'm continuing! With you three, I have to! And anyway, I wrote this chapter at the same time as I did the chapter Silver.
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Gray
Gray, the color of sadness. The color of the sky when it's just about to shed it's tears. Cold...and dull.
The color of Trisha Elric's grave.
How much pain he must have felt. So much pain... The same pain that she felt. But to have your mother's life slip away in your own hand...
It was just too much.
It was the first time she had seen her best friend's golden eyes shed tears. The friend that acted so strong and courageous when climbing a tree. But now... There was a dull blankness in his eyes. No more of that treasured cockiness, or confidence. Only an unending gray in those golden orbs of his.
No. This wasn't the way he should be. He should be full of life. Not this dead soul that she saw. This wasn't him. Death had not only taken his mother, but it had possessed him.
But what can she do? Nothing.
At her funeral, people left one by one.
And what can she do besides having to leave herself? Nothing.
Gray. The color of Death. And the color of the sky when a suit of armor came with a bloody Edward.
They day came. When he opened his eyes. He awakened, with only one left arm, and one right leg. What could he do in life?
"There's...some money...in a closet..."
Were the words he spoke, as her grandmother bandaged his wounds.
"That's the least of your worries right now. First, we need to-"
"No...I...I want you to take it...as payment...for auto-mail."
That word. Auto-mail. The thing that drove Winry to the edge. Auto-mail...
They left. Leaving cinders, of what used to be their home. And a blackened sky of gray smoke.