(A/N) I was given a short amount of time on the compute, despite my restriction from it and such, and I decided to write fanfiction while I had the chance. Lucky you! This is one of three chapters I plan on working at in my miniscule hour on here. Let the typing begin!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, as I haven't for the past 8 chapters. I, also, do not own the lyrics to the song Hero

It was hard to describe that night with any word other than magical. It sounds rather cliche, I know, but it really was the way I felt. We had a nice mixture of music, ranging from fun to romantic, but I made sure to save most of the slow songs for the end. To set the mood.

For what I was setting the mood, I'm not quite sure, but I knew it was necessary to end off that kind of event with a warm fluffy feeling. Makes you want to vomit, doesn't it? Well, that's because you weren't the one slow dancing with Edward Elric...

"Great..." I mumbled, cursing under my breath, hoping the music would cover up my remarks.

"What?" Ed's eyes followed my gaze until they fell upon what had caused my despair, "Oh."

We stared for a moment at the heel of my shoe, which had managed to lodge itself between a sprinkler and the concrete. I tugged viciously, there was no WAY I was going to miss any of the last song on the CD Emily and I had put together, which happened to be the next track. I pulled harder, "Stupid shoe..." I grumbled.

Ed laughed. I didn't find it funny. My magical, wonderful night of love had been ruined... by a shoe that said SEXY on the box I got it in! I looked back and glared at Ed's suppressed smile, and then glanced at Al and Emily who apparently either hadn't noticed, or didn't care about my stiletto drama. It was most likely the latter.

"Geez why do you wear those things?" Ed said mockingly. And just when I was about to shove the other heel up his ass, he bent down and tried to help.

Tried being the key word here, though it just ended in a failed attempt.

Then I decided something, I was not going to let this ruin my good time. I slid my foot out of the shoe and kicked off the other one, and started dancing again. As the current song ended, Alponse and Emily hastened off toward the Elric's house and sat on their porch.

I frowned, "Leaving before the last song, are they that eager to make out?" I turned back to look at Edward, expecting him to be laughing at my humorous self. Instead he bore a not-so-refreshing serious face.

Let me be your hero... the music whispered as the last track began.

"Wha..."

Would you dance, if I asked you to dance? Would you run, and never look back?

"We need to talk..." he said heaving a sigh.

Would you cry, if you saw me crying? Would you save my soul tonight?

He wasn't doing this to me, he couldn't! I knew we needed to talk about what would happen after he left, but why then? Of all times, it was our last dance of the night...

Would you tremble, if I touched your lips? Would you laugh, oh please tell me this..

Hell, it would probably be our last dance... ever... Why would he do this?

Now would you die, for the one you love, hold me in your arms tonight?

I stared at him, my eyes narrowing into an angry expression. I held it for awhile, mostly just to prevent myself from crying

I can be your hero baby, I can kiss away the pain. I will stand by you forever, you can take my breath away.

"What are you talking about?" I decided to act ignorant, maybe that wasn't what he was talking about...

Would you swear that you'll always be mine? Would you lie? Would You run and hide?

"About what's going to happen... when the summer is over..."

Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind? I don't care you're here tonight...

'Why? Why now?!' was all I could think. It was still August, the summer wouldn't end for another couple weeks, right? We still had time... why talk about it now...

The song broke into the chorus again, causing a tear to roll down my cheek, despite my reluctance. Some hero, why was he acting like this...

We'd stopped dancing, but I still held onto him tight. "No," I replied sternly, "No. No! NO!" it was all I could say. I was pissed, depressed, and confused all at once.

"Look," he said with an equal amount of irritation, "we need to talk about it. Why won't you tell me what you're going to do come September, and don't tell me you haven't thought about it."

I calmed myself down a bit before answering, "I'm going to..." I looked at the ground, "a local college probably... I don't want to.. but..."

He pulled my face towards him, looking confused, he asked "What DO you want to do?"

"I-..."

The chorus broke out again, and I hesitated. What did I want?

"I honestly don't know." I said softly. "But... what about you?" I pressured, "What are you going to do? What do you want?"

"I got offered a scholarship..." he said in a distressed voice, "to study in England."

I just wanna hold you, I just wanna hold you. Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind? I don't care, you're here tonight...

It's not like I wasn't expecting something bad, I just wasn't expecting the worst. "O-oh..."

I can be your hero baby, I can kiss away the pain. I will stand by you forever, you can take my breath away. I can be you hero...

"That's great..."

I can kiss away the pain, and I will stand by you forever.

I forced a smile, though it was obviously a lie, my eyes filling with uncried tears. "I'm happy for you..."

You can take my breath away...

"Winry.." he pleaded. I pulled away running toward the front door to my house. I wasn't ready for this...

You can take my breath away...

"Winry!" he shouted grabbing my wrist just as my hand grasped the door handle.

I can be your hero...

-

I sighed. "Winry," I repeated myself, "don't do this."

"Why shouldn't I?" she snapped, "You're always going off and leaving me here, it's not fair."

"Look," I reasoned, "I want to make you happy, but-"

"Then stay by me..." she said, her voice beginning to sound rough, "forever."

"Isn't that kind of selfish?" I looked at her questioningly, was she serious?

"Long distance relationships don't work out. Do you ever wonder why I never asked you out before, why I never showed my feelings until this summer?" she raised her voice, "It wasn't because you were short, Edward! It was because I didn't want to fall in love with someone I'd only see a small portion of the year! Someone I could text but not hug, someone I could email but never kiss. I didn't WANT to be in love with you, but you show up expecting me to. Expecting me to show my true feelings, making me have just a glimmer of hope. But, instead you're just going to leave me again, just like you always do! Well, I'm sick of it!"

She pushed me backwards, catching me off guard, and raced into the house, slamming the door in my face. Maybe she was right... who was the selfish one here...?

I walked back toward my own house, the feeling of defeat clouding my thoughts.

"Brother..." Al started to stand up from his sitting position next to Emily.

"No, Al..." I said in an intense rush of anger, at myself mostly, "I wanna be alone."

I swung open the door, drug myself over to the sofa and laid back, and thought... for a very long time...

-

I'd been crying in my room for so long, my mom had gotten several opportunities to come in asking if I was alright, and all she got for an answer was "Go away!" and a pillow thrown at her.

I couldn't tell if I was more mad or sad. It was just all to much. The line between loving and hating Edward became fuzzy, I felt awful.

The door creaked, and Emily walked in timidly. She took off her shoes and slowly approached my bed, who could blame her, I was a psycho after all. "Want to talk?" she said a look of genuine concern in her eyes, "Or should I leave?"

I looked up at her, my expression pleading for her to stay. She sat at the edge of the bed, and kindly listened as I poured out my heart, or my soul, or whatever the hell it was.

When my ranting had come to an end, and my sobs weakened she spoke, "So... what are you going to do now?"

"I think... that I should end it..." I said bitterly, "...finally."

Edwards words that night had woken me up from my fairytale dream. At the end of the summer, he wasn't going to pull me into his arms and say he'd give his life to me. He wasn't going to kiss me and say he'd never leave my side. This was reality, and he had his own dreams and ambitions, and shouldn't have to wait around for me.

I realized all that, but had yet to accept it...

(A/N) Well this one chapter took up all my time, but it was pretty good, right? Well I think it's definitely one of the better ones. It's relatively long and I hope you liked it. I'm almost certain I got all the words right from the song... though it was just from my memory. Review! You know you want to!