These... are fake. She silently thought to herself. That kind old doctor had brought in a vase of flowers during his last visit. Although they weren't as pretty as the inevitable ones she and her mother had picked, she still appreciated the man's kindness. But to her utter dismay, the flowers had no scent, and their petals felt rough and fabric-like, almost like sandpaper. Not appealing at all, not to mention quite disappointing. Not that she could blame him. Real flowers did, after all, die extremely quickly when picked. She sighed and moved from her paint splattered desk to the window overlooking the streets of London. A foggy mist blanketed the morning sky, looming over most of the taller structures, a common sight in the city. It looked as if half of the buildings had been bitten into by a beast. Such a thought usually frightened her, regardless of how fascinated she was by the cathedrals and clock tower. On the roads were several cars moving to and fro among a swarm of citizens chatting and tripping along the way. Most were business men who had little to no time in the world, while others were paperboys and beggars who seemed to have, quite contrarily, all the time in the world. Seeing this from the eyes of what one mind consider to be a prisoner, they all seemed to be so... free. How she longed to be among them. The outside world seemed so vast from the tiny room she was held in. She wanted to befriend a real person; she wanted to eat apple pie and biscuits in a real cafe, she wanted to feel outdoor air on her skin. But alas, she could do none of those things. She was incapable of talking, let alone befriending. Her food diet was properly monitored, giving her the privilege of only one sweet per week. And the air in her small room was drafty and dusty, giving her only enough oxygen to breathe along with cold shivers. There was a word for this, if only she could remember. She'd felt this before, time and time again. It was something that bound a knot in her chest and made her stomach quake. It made her want to release waterfalls from her eyes, even though sometimes, she'd be stuck in a drought with nothing to release but her own silent screams. She would be angry, upset, confused... Oh, yes. That's right. She was lonely. A lonely prisoner. Has she ever been someone special, she wondered. Had she had someone who cared about her? Was, or better yet is, she a good person? Did she do good things for others? There wasn't anything inside her that told her she hadn't. So why? Why does she feel so lonely? Misses Doctor told her that good things happen to good people.

So did that mean she was bad?

"Will be... bad?"

"Noah!" Kain cried, dashing into the living room in response to a loud thump. Noah had been suffering unusual migraines since early in the morning. It had happened at her first encounter with Edward, and once again when Alphonse entered her universe. Ominous waves would upset her nerves, resulting in the young Rom falling ill for several days. On a regular occurrence, simple meditation and breathing techniques would calm her of the nerve wracking visions and terrible migraine. However, ever since then, she'd vowed never to trust in her visions ever again. No matter how much the Elrics tried to convince her, a small part of Noah would still be poking at her from the insides, whispering in a hostile voice, "it's your fault. You did it." As a Rom, people had called her appalling things since she was not a part of the gaje community. Her kind had lived through years of oppression, and as a young child, she had learned to cope with such difficulties. However, never had anyone called her a murderer. And the worst part is, no one had. She had convinced herself such a deliberation. And that just made things that much more difficult.

"Noah? Noah, are you alright?" Kain whined desperately. Noah whined back in response, tilting her head back for a few moments before she felt the blood rushing back to her face. Her hand gripped tightly on Kain's arm as she rubbed her right temple with her two fingers, easily steadying her breathing.

"Aye, Kain. I'll be fine."

"You should be more careful!" He cried. "You could have really hurt yourself! These dizzy spells are getting a little out of hand, we need to get you a doctor somehow!"

Noah whined one more time, but this time, it was more out of annoyance than pain. "Listen to yourself, silly man. You know I can't do that. There are still many people against my kind."

"But I can't just let you get hurt because of some ignorant twats!" Kain growled between clenched teeth. Noah's face lit up with a smile.

"If only everyone were like you..." She whispered soothingly, as her fingers ran through her lover's hair. Kain smiled and nuzzled his nose against her cheek, breathing in her alluring scent. Gently, she felt herself being picked up and carried away by two strong, yet tender, arms. Kain's lips gently brushed against the nape of her neck as he walked, silently murmuring loving words to his beloved. But even at this beautiful moment, Noah's mind was in two places at once. One being right there with Kain, the love of her life, and the second, observing the beautiful blonde figure dancing in the playground of her mind. She seems fond of the swings...

I've always hated reality. It was always too boring, too... normal. I wanted magic, I wanted adventure! I was meant to achieve, not wait. I could perfectly remember my younger self, spending hours locked inside my room, studying my biology textbooks, memorizing every tendon and nerve of the human anatomy. As a break, I would zone out and imagine a scene in which I, Harriet Bourden, child genius and world famous hero, would save a person's life, and everyone would come to respect and love me. Naturally, I grew up, and that dream was no more. Yet, I still waited for my fairy tale. But I never expected what really happened.

He knew I was lying. He knew it all along. I figured it out as soon as he called me into that wretched office of his. "Yes, I need to chat with you Harriet", he says. "It's just a chat, Harriet", he says. A bunch of stinky dross, I tell you. I didn't want to tell him, or anyone else for that matter. But what I'm thankful for is the fact that he doesn't know yet. He doesn't know, what I really saw that night. My husband had to wake early the next day to visit his father down in the southern part of Kent, so I couldn't tell him. The neighbours would think I was just as bonkers as she, so I couldn't let them find out. But that girl, she appeared out of nowhere. A light, an odd pattern on the ground where she lay. And as soon as I touched her, a voice, which I swore was my own, whispered 'protect her'. Sure, I was confused, sure I was incredibly perplexed. But I also felt... amazing. I finally got what I wanted. I finally got everything I should ever need. I got magic, mystery, and yet... Why was I still unsatisfied? Good things happen to good people, who were to say this fate was bad? It wasn't until much later that I realized that my judgment regarding my superiority in the world was nothing but an immaculate misconception. I'm no god. I'm a regular doctor, who couldn't even save a little girl.

A.N: Shit just got reeeeeeeeeeal.

Aha, anyways, SORRY FOR THE DELAY! But honestly, thank you guys so much for the reviews. They really helped me out :D I'm glad I could be able to continue this story. And I know what you guys are thinking, "WHEN ARE ED AND WINRY GOING TO SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN? WHAT HAPPENED IN AMESTRIS THAT SCARRED EVERYONE SO MUCH? SO MANY QUESTIONS!" But my answer is... you'll seeeeee. (;

ALSO THIS IS AN EXTREMELY IMPORTANT NOTE SO PLEASE READ.

I did some research, and apparently, the term 'gyspy' was an offensive and oppresive nickname the Gajes (non-Roms) gave the Roms/Romas back in the day. So basically, 'Rom' is what the people referred to themselves as. I'm extremely sorry if I didn't do my research beforehand, but it's better to fix your mistake later than never, right? Again, I sincerely apologize, and hopehopehope that I didn't offend anyone ):

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