A/N: Sorry for the long update. I had no idea what to write, so I was kinda stuck. We'll just see how this goes.

Chapter 6

Ed's POV

I pulled my hand away from the wall I just punched. 'Damn, this is getting irritating.' I put my back against the wall, sighing. "What do I do now?…"

I took a deep breath and was about to leave to go downstairs, when I heard noises. I went back to Winry's door and knocked. "Hey Win, what's going on in there?" No response.

I opened her door without asking, and she was on her veranda, standing very close to the railing. "Winry? Get back in here, you're in no condition to move."

I hustled toward her, avoiding stepping on her things cluttered all over the floor.

She started leaning over the railing a bit, and as I got closer to her, I heard crying.

"Winry!" I yelled, lunging towards her. I couldn't forgive myself if I just watched her fall like that. I ended up tackling her to the ground.

"What the hell was that for?" She yelled back in between her sobs. I got off of her, except I held onto her hand.

"You were going to jump of the ledge!" I growled furiously at her. "Thank God I didn't go downstairs."

She spoke softly; "I wouldn't do that…" She lied, wiping her tears.

"I don't believe that." I mumbled, standing up, still with her hand in mine. She moaned.

"Owwww, let go." I looked down at her, as she was still sitting on the ground. She clutched her shoulder tightly. I sat back down.

"What happened?" I asked softly.

"You happened you dumbass!" She complained. "You shouldn't tackle women you know." Shit. What have I done? I already knew Winry was in a fragile state, but I totally forgot and practically just broke her like she was made of glass. I pulled her hand away from her shoulder, as hesitant as she was to remove it. She still had tears rolling down her cheeks.

I must have seriously hurt her when I "saved" her from her second suicide attempt. She's probably going to get a nasty bruise there… Another to add to her previous collection. She continued to avert my gaze, looking at the ground.

"I'm sorry…" I tried to speak in a gentle tone. I could feel my face heating up. "I'm sorry." I said again, running my hand through her hair. She put her hand back on her shoulder, tensing up in the process. She squinted her eyes closed, appearing to try 'bear' what I was going to do to her.

Why did she keep doing that anyway?

"Please don't cry…" I placed a kiss on her forehead. "Sorry." She looked up at me slowly, tears still falling. I wiped them away with my thumb, my face heating up even more.

"You're as red as a tomato, Ed." She chuckled a bit. For a quick moment, her cheeks were a light rosy color. Normally she's a pale white. This was a good sign to me.

"Shut up." I grumbled and stood up quickly. I put a hand out, with a motion for her to grab it. She hesitated at first, her hand shaking slightly, but eventually, she took hold of it and hoisted herself up.

Her cheeks were a pale color again, and she spoke quietly. "Thanks Ed…" And quickly walked indoors, letting go of my hand almost instantaneously.

"Your welcome…" I muttered, following her into the house.

Winry's POV

I grabbed my shoulder from where Ed had fallen on me. It hurt, but it wasn't a nagging, throbbing pain. It was kind of unusually nice, actually… Warm too…

I sighed, as my face got hot. I can't believe Ed actually has the capability to make one's heart melt. Usually he acts like a jerk.

I wasn't planning on jumping over the ledge. I needed fresh air, because I'd been in that stuffy room for over 48 hours. I guess Ed doesn't exactly trust me after my first stunt.

I grabbed some clothes from my dresser and went to the bathroom. I was going to go in and change, but Ed grabbed my arm before I was able to do anything. He had very serious look on his face.

I furrowed my eyebrows and held up the clothes. "Shower? I haven't cleaned up in a few days…" He let go of my arm hesitantly, with his face turning slightly pink.

"I-I'll be downstairs then." I just nodded at him and went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I sighed heavily. I really am messed up. I have no idea what to do from here. I started undressing, and as I was doing it, I noticed some of my bruises were fading away. The only one I really had was the one from Ed. It was kind of pink, but turning a bit yellow, like normal bruises. I shed all of my clothes and stepped into the steaming water.

The water ran down my body and through my hair. It felt so cleansing. I felt like I could actually be somewhat less impure and dirty.

"Maybe I'll be okay…" I spoke silently, it was as if I just worded it with my lips.

Lips…

Edward has kissed me on the forehead more in the last week than he's probably done in his lifetime. I blushed. And since when does he even kiss me anyway? There's no way he would want to kiss me, of all people. I touched my lips gently.

How wonderful it would be to love Edward, and he would share the same feelings… That is, if he could still stand me after finding out, if I ever told him.

A knock from the door broke me from my weird thoughts. "Y-yes?" I heard the hinges of the door squeak, and a voice broke out.

"Hey Winry, did you still want… to… eat…" Oh no, it was Edward. He must have thought I was done in here and opened the door. I'm usually not one to have long showers anyway, so this was different for me. Thank God the shower curtain was closed.

"Uh, yeah… I'll be out in a second." I tried so desperately to keep the stuttering under control, as well as the fear of breaking out into tears. My face got extremely hot. No one had gotten this close to me without any clothes on since…

I squinted my eyes together and a few tears rolled out. I heard the door click shut, and I opened my eyes slowly. "Ed won't hurt me… Ed won't hurt me…" I murmured. Then I looked at my arm again, and shed another tear.

I turned off the water and stepped out onto the cold tile. As I grabbed the towel from the counter, I sobbed silently. I didn't know what to do. I promised I'd never tell Ed, but I love Ed so much, and don't want him to leave.

I dried myself off, including the tears, and dressed myself. I had grabbed a black long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of shorts. I put them on and went to the mirror. My face looked horrible, so swollen. 'I'm so ugly,' I thought sourly. On the countertop, there was a hairbrush, a toothbrush, a plastic cup and a pair of scissors. I started to grab for the hairbrush to attempt to plow through my knotted hair. My hands wavered over the scissors. I picked it up slowly.

"So it's impossible for me to have what I want? Happiness?" I spoke softly as pushed the edge of the scissors to my left wrist. There was a sharp pain in my arm momentarily, but I soon felt warm liquid dripping down my arm, and it was as if all of my pain was just pouring out. I sighed lightly. This was such a great, light feeling. I wonder why I didn't do it before…

A few minutes had passed and I started to feel a bit woozy. I looked into the sink and most of the basin was dark red. I grabbed some gauze and a cotton wrap from the nearby cupboard and put it on my arm, trying to keep my balance at the same time. Putting the wrap around my arm, I heard a knock again at the door.

"Winry, food is ready… What's going on in there?" Ed's voice bellowed. I quickly pulled down my sleeve and grabbed the plastic cup and filled it with water. I used it to wash down the blood that was currently residing in my sink.

"Um, everything's fine… I was just going, um, cut my hair." What a lame excuse. I guess it was better than nothing though. I managed to clean up the sink and wipe off the scissors quick enough before Edward spoke again.

"I'm coming in…" He opened the door slightly and paused. "You are dressed, right?" He stuttered.

"Uh, yeah." I mumbled back. He opened the door all the way and looked around briskly. "I'll cut your hair for you." He was immediately at my side, with a disturbed look on his face.

"Sure…" He motioned for me to sit down on the floor. I sat down and he kneeled behind me. I shuddered.

"You cold?" He asked me, concerned.

I replied hesitantly, lying again. "Yeah…" He grabbed the scissors from the countertop that I had just used moments before. I pulled my sleeve down a bit more in hope to hide the bandage wrap even more.

"How short do you want it?" He asked with a worried tone in his voice. I motioned that I wanted it just below my chin. "Really? It took you forever to grow your hair out though…" He asked in the same tone. I just nodded, staying silent.

I closed my eyes and all I heard were snips and snaps of the scissors. It was about ten or fifteen minutes later when he told me he was done. I shook my head off, trying to get rid of any excess hair. I proceeded to stand up and look into the mirror. My hair was really short now, but it looked better.

With my pale skin and new haircut, I looked a lot different. More different from what I looked like when that happened…

I shook my head again, and faked a smile. "Thanks Ed, it looks great." It was true that I had a lighter feeling since I cut my wrists, but I still didn't feel better about anything. He was standing behind me, with deep, sunken eyes. I turned around to look at him. "Everything alright Ed?"

He looked at me, as if I betrayed him.

My eyes went big. He grabbed my shoulders fiercely, making me jump up in surprise.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me Winry?!" He glared at me, shaking me. Tears started forming in my eyes again. His eyes were glazed over. I could have sworn I heard a crack, and my eyes drooped. That was the final breaking point for my heart. I felt totally numb at this point.

"I didn't think it would matter that much to you." I lied so nonchalantly.

"Not matter to me!??" He yelled, "How can it not matter that my best friend got raped!!" I dropped to the floor, and he did the same. I didn't care anymore. I'm going to hell, and no matter what I do, I can't be saved.

I felt absolutely nothing.

"I just didn't want to tell you."

"Why, Winry, WHY?" He grabbed my face to make me look at him directly. I just removed his hand slowly and placed it on the floor, looking down as well.

"Because I loved you too much."

A/N: This is a bad chapter, I know. But if my theory is correct, I should spit out a good chapter after a bad one, so be prepared for a good one?

Sorry for multiple things. Here is the list:

1) The quickness of this chapter.

2) For such a late chapter.

3) For not explaining specific questions.

I promise I will explain how Ed found out in the next chapter, in his POV. From here on out, the remainder of Ed's time in Risembool (which is approx. 5 days or so) will be about him trying to understand and get Winry to trust/love/etc. him again, yadda yadda yadda, all that good stuff. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.