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Disaster

It wasn't a good day, I had just gotten horrible news, not to mention it was past twelve in the morning by the time I reached the apartment. Plus it was raining hard outside, just started on my walk home. I climbed the stairs to the 12th floor of our ratty old place, and walked the 18 steps from the stair case to our door, number ten. I pulled out my set of keys with three other keys attached to my key chain not including the one for the apartment; Two for my work, one for our mail box. I searched for the bright silver key, and stuck it in the knob turning it gently. I walked in, dropped my bag on the floor and locked the door behind me. There was only one light one in the whole room, by the couch in the living room. Ed was propped up against it, with a book in his hands. His head dropped forward, looked like he had just fallen asleep. I walked over to the couch and sighed, sitting in my spot on it cross-legged, facing him.

"Hey Ed..." I spoke nudging him lightly with my foot. Surprisingly he awoke immediately, slightly jumping a bit. Right then, I felt even worse; adding to my miserable mood. "Sorry."

"No, it's alright. Your home late today- What's wrong?" How did he know something was wrong? I was planning on telling him the bad news tomorrow, but he already knew something was wrong. And I couldn't hide it. I looked away.

"I got a call. The owner of this building just passed away. I think from a sudden heart attack, or something like that..." He frowned, but his eyes encouraged me to continue. "And, and he had in a contract that we was handing it over to a friend, who owns like, a lot of other large buildings and apartments in this area. That person, is rising the rent price..." I started to cry. To any normal person, this little event would seem normal to them. But because of the money issues we had, it was a disaster. No joke, we could be kicked on to the streets if the three of us didn't find new jobs. I didn't have the heart to tell him how much the new price would be each month. He sat up, suddenly kindness in his eyes. I closed mine, and turned away, the tears now falling faster.

"Look Win... It's ok, things will work out some how..." He was actually trying to comfort me, but his voice was shaking. I couldn't trust it, even though he wanted me too. He understood how bad this situation was as well as I did. I knew he knew how much money we made, he knew it. Why couldn't he just... hug me or give me a shoulder to cry on or something... That's what I needed. But even with his big heart, I knew he wouldn't do that. And I didn't mean to start yelling at him, I just needed someone to blame, and unfortunately for Ed, he was the one.

"Ed I'm serious, what are we going to do? We can hardly afford this rent!" My voice was growing, I could feel it. And it was a big mistake; I should of known better. If I lose my temper at Ed, he's sure to lose his next. And boy, did I guess right.

"Lower your voice Winry, Al's sleeping in the other room. You'll wake him-" He replied angrily.

"Do you even care that we could lose this place?!"

"We're not gonna, how much could the guy possibly raise it!?"

"A lot Ed, more then you even know!" I didn't want to hear another word from him, he was obviously not helping. I stormed off the couch, on my way to my room, but he wasn't done.

"Don't just walk away from this! You make the least amount of money out of the three of us anyway! It's yourfault!!" Ok, that was it. I stopped dead it my tracks, and spun around to face him. He was right next to me, I hadn't even realized he had gotten up off the couch and followed me.

"EXACTLY HOW IS IT MY FAULT?!" I screamed in his ear, totally forgetting about Al sleeping in the other room.

"BECAUSE WORKING IN AN AUTO SHOP, AND FIXING CARS DOESN'T MAKE A LOT OF MONEY!" He had spit at me a bit when he said the word 'shop', and I was completely in tears now. Not that he fucking cared a bit...

"WELL HOW COME... How come, you don't bring home enough m-money anymore... You've just turned in.. Into a jerk! A heartless jerk who doesn't c-care about anyone but yourself! So stop taking it all out on m-me! It was your fault we are l-living in this world a-anyway!!" I regretted immediately what I had said after I saw his angry, red face turn into a broken one. As if he was a boy who just watched his dog get killed by a car. I seemed to have no problem calling him a jerk, and that alone bothered me. His eyes soften, as he relaxed his fist he held by his side. I let out a loud sob and slammed my door in his face, running to my bed.

What had I done? I probably just said some of the worst possible things I could to my best friend. Him and Al were the only ones I had left. I remember a few minutes after our 'event of the day', I watched the one light in the living room turn off, and then slowly cried myself to sleep, listening to the harsh rain drops on my window, as another dead rose petal fell to the floor.

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