Rollin' out the promised EdWin...although (admittedly), like most of these shorts, it's pretty onesided and sort of angsty.

Rerun

Those last glimpses of her. They are the driving force behind his will to live—what's left of it.

Each time he feels a golden strand adorning his head whip in the wind, he is reminded of her flowing blonde hair, tossing itself amongst the breezes as she gazed faithfully, albeit sadly, up at the sky, watching him fall out of her life forever.

There isn't much hope left.

He's aware of that.

In the end, though, it doesn't really matter.

His life is the story of one day endlessly repeating itself, a cycle of waking, departing and returning home without a concrete purpose that matches in all aspects the infinite quality of the Ouroboros. His body has become an empty shell, but inside his mind still functions on the small fragments of memory he retains from his days by her side.

Without her, he is lost.

Without her flowery fragrance drifting about him, scents have lost all meaning. Without that wonderful blonde hair, he is forced to avoid noticing his own in fear that it will call hers to mind and shatter his aloof demeanor, rupturing his uneasy peace. Without the sparkling azure eyes that always gazed into his own with love and concern, he cannot bring his own to look higher than the ground.

So the cycle repeats.

"Al, I'm back!"

"Good, Noah was wondering where you went. She's in her room."

A nervous glance to the side.

"Oh."

The door shuts, and he is gone again.

So the cycle repeats.

Someday, he will be able to move on and live his life to the fullest, no longer hampered by her lost love, but always carrying her in her heart. Someday, he will find the strength to use what he learned from her to carry on.

But not yet.

A/N: This turned out a lot more depressing than I planned, and longer too, but I guess that's how it happens sometimes. I promise everyone that soon I'll write one of these where they reunite, and soon I'll be writing a lot of these that aren't as depressing. But, as the story says, not yet. I don't believe I left anything in here that I or a reader will have to interpret, so that's good. The "she" is obviously Winry. I'll be sprinkling in EdWin all over this series, but I really want to do EdxNoah. Actually, the only thing convincing me to do EdWin is Nymphetamine. I'm still looking to do some without romance, a la the first four shorts, in order to avoid such troubles. My mind hopes a solution is coming. Read and review. I'm trying to get one of these out each day, if not more, so I need everyone's support

THIS IS a very important note to my HWH (To Heal the Wounds of the Heart) readers, which should be almost everyone who reviews this. I want to apologize to you all for my delay in updating Chapter 12 of the story, but it might be possible to have it done by mid-weekend. If not, I just want to assure you all that it is coming. If you haven't reviewed Chapter 11, please do so, because I really appreciate it. I didn't forget about it or any of you, so rest assured.

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