Music inspires me a lot, and it inspired this chapter… I'm not gonna do a big long intro this time…
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"Screw you!" Edward yelled. He could practically taste the venom in his words. He and Winry had been fighting for a while, and neither could recall what had started the argument. All either of them knew was that they weren't letting up.
"Oh, you wish you could!"
"No, that's the last thing I'd want to do, you fucking idiot!"
"I don't see why I put up with you! You're the biggest egoistical douche I've ever met!"
"Then why don't you just get the hell out?"
"I will! I'm tired of seeing your fucking face every day!"
Winry stomped to the bedroom and grabbed her suitcase out of the closet. She carelessly threw clothes and other belongings into it.
"I'll be back later to get the rest!"
"Finally! I'll be glad to see your shit gone!"
Winry stormed out of the apartment and Edward heard her start her car. Almost as soon as it started, he saw the little blue car speed away. He threw himself onto the couch and turned on the T.V. Then he heard a loud crash. He opened the front door and walked down the driveway, staring in horror at the car smashed into the driver's side of a little blue car.
Winry's little blue car.
He ran to the cars and screamed at the other driver to back up. Through the shattered window, Edward could see blood…
"Winry? Winry! WINRY!" Edward screamed at the top of his lungs as Winry's lifeless body fell into his arms.
Edward sat up in horror. His heart was racing, ears pounding. He looked next to him to see an empty space.
"No…"
He ran into the living room to see Winry sitting on the couch sipping tea.
"You're up early." She said cheerily.
Edward ran to her and gripped her in such a tight hug; he thought he would crush her. He loosened his grip, but only just.
"Let go! I can't breathe!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
"Sorry? What for?"
"So sorry,"
"Ed, what did you do this time?"
Edward took a deep breath and rested his head on the back of the couch.
It was just a dream…
"I just… had a really bad dream."
"What was it about?"
How the hell did she do it? No matter what it was about, she could always get him to talk. Always. He'd try to show hesitation, but always failed.
"We had a fight."
"A fight? That's it? Ed, we fight all the time."
"No, I'm serious. This was a fight fight. Not like the arguments we have. Compared to how we are, this was Arma-freaking-geddon. I said stuff I never want to say to you, and you said stuff I never want to hear. You got your stuff and you were on your way to Granny's any you were in a bad wreck. Can I watch T.V. with you?"
"I thought you loved your precious sleep."
"Yeah, well I love you more, and apparently, it took that dream to understand that."
"Well, sit down. Commercials are almost over."
"You aren't watching soaps, are you?" Edward asked, sitting on the soft couch.
"No. Soaps are cliché and have bad actors. I'm watching cartoons." Winry said matter-of-factly as she sat on Edward's lap.
"And that's why I fell for you."
"Why?"
"Cartoons."
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If you couldn't guess, the song that inspired this was Just a Dream. I usually hate that genre, but that song isn't that bad. Plus the guys in my class sing that all the time.