Author's Notes: I decided to add this chapter to show Winry's feelings on The Elrics' absence after COS. It's just like reading her diary one afternoon ^^

Again, i'ts a bit sad.

Disclaimer: As we all know, FMA is not mine. Ed, Al, Winry and the rest of the characters are a product of Arakawa's beautiful mind. Thank you.

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Sad Love Story

-Wish-

Winry's POV

I begged so many times.

I begged.

And begged.

Then begged again.

It was no use. You were leaving and there was nothing I could do to stop you. Just like all the other times you had left. It was getting beyond frustrating. No. Not frustrating; that's not the word for it. It was more like…pure despair. That's it, I was completely desperate to keep you home, but you never listened, and never cared for anything else but your mission.

Please, don't get me wrong, I always admired how hard you worked to get Alphonse back. To see you running around the country, risking your life for any clue worth tracking, becoming the strongest and most protective person I know, was amazing in every sense. No, I'd never have done anything to keep you from becoming who you are, that incredible you.

However…

However, you cannot imagine how many times I kicked myself for not being able to beg out loud for you to stay; again and again, I yelled in my head "Please don't go!", but how could you listen, if I was never able to actually say it. I couldn't say it, not even if it was what would make me happy. I knew it wouldn't make you happy. I knew the most important thing for you was getting your brother back, and I decided to be supportive. I wanted to see and hug Al again too, you know? So it was for the best that I kept quiet.

But then, Alphonse returned alone, and every time I looked at him, my heart sank. It had been almost a year since you had disappeared and I had learnt to live with a hole in my heart, finding comfort in knowing Al was fine, thinking that you were still alive somewhere, imagining you would think of me every now and then. Yet, that fateful day when you came down from the sky, I was reminded of all the suffering, all the waiting and all the feelings I had towards you. All the feelings I still have. And then, I couldn't take it anymore; I hugged you until neither of us could breathe. There were so many things I wanted to tell you but, as always, it wasn't the right time. Again, I watched you as you ran away; again, I kept begging in my heart "Please, don't go. Don't leave me." All was in vain. You had already decided to fight to the last consequences; I could see that in your eyes, in every movement, and in the determination of your stand as you crossed the sky in that flying machine. I never had the courage to tell you anything; everything else was more important than a silly girl's feelings.

When Mustang approached me, I already knew. You were gone again, just this time Al had followed you. He said you had a message for me: "Thanks, you always made the best automail". Typical. So I cried only a few tears. At least Alphonse was with you again, and I knew you would be happy about that. The lump in my chest got bigger and bigger. I spent the rest of the day on a train back to Resembool. Sciezka was by me all the time, but she could have not, and it wouldn't have made any difference.

You know what, Edward? I just couldn't stop asking myself why things had to be like that, and realized that maybe that was what you wanted. Now I understand that everything I had hoped for was just a lie, and you weren't thinking of me. You had achieved your mission, and your heart was satisfied with being able to hug your brother again. So I had to accept it. You were gone for good.

Even so, right now, as I write this down on a letter that I will never give to you, I wonder: where are you, Edward? Don't you realize how much I miss you? Maybe I should've said something before you left that last time… I should've told you how important you are to me; or how I smiled to myself every time I saw your stupid automail busted because of some weird accident, because I loved to spend time with you; or how I cried in my room because I knew you were facing dangers that could take you away from me forever. See? I wasn't wrong about that.

Knock Kock Knock Step Step

"Winry? Have you finished Mr. Alberich's foot?"

"Almost, Granny."

"What are you doing, girl? This shouldn't take so long. You used to make whole legs in half the… Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's ok, Granny. I'll finish in a minute. I'll see you for dinner, ok?

"Yes, dear. I will have it all warm for you soon."

Step Step Step

Granny just came to my room. She must be wondering why I'm taking so long with a small automail prosthetic when I used to make your leg in just one and a half days. I guess I'm just getting lazy. I'd rather talk to you through this piece of paper, even when you will never answer, than working in my workshop. Can you imagine that? I'm losing my mind! I'm always telling myself that this should end and I should move on; I should just keep you in my heart as a dear memory; I have to get my life back… Yes, my life. A life without you or Al. A real life beyond these lines I write to you. Maybe the first step to heal my heart is to stop writing… so… goodbye Edward. Goodbye.

Maybe someday, I'll be able to say that…

God, please, may Edward be somewhere out there, make him come back. Let them both find a way back, because I really need to say all this. I need my life back…

AN: I hope you enjoyed ^^ I'm back from a writer's recess, so I will be adding stories and chapters soon!

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