Disclaimer: I do not own Winry, nor FMA.
The Runaway
I've always hated the month of September. The month was split into two seasons, not one full one. One day the temperature was warm and muggy, when the other was crisp and breezy. When I was young, it meant fall was coming, and all the leaves on the trees would turn into different shades of reds, oranges, and yellows. Soon enough, they would all fall to the ground when a wind heavy enough would brush against the grass. My mother had told me they died, and would come back next year; New, bright, green leaves that would take the place of last years, and before you know it, they would die, too. But then, death was a beautiful thing. Even when I had come to say, 'I hated September', there was a good thing. The death of the leaves, covering the cold grass just before the snow would come was such a comforting and happy thought.
But this year was different, as the breezy air swept over my shivering body. As I ran through the streets of this new, strange world, it was nothing like Risembool. Already being the month of the September, right smack in the middle of it, the leaves hadn't changed colors yet. Every single leaf on the small trees implanted in the concrete side walk were green, just like summer. But it wasn't summer anymore, and it wasn't beautiful. The leaves weren't dieing.
Death had played a cruel trick on me the last few months, and I hated it. I wanted the feeling of death to go away, leave me alone. I wasn't sure where I was going, who I was running from, and if I had made the right desicion or not. I didn't want to think of it about 'running away from home', but instead taking break. I didn't want to see my friend die, I couldn't. Maybe in a month or two I would find Alphonse as a new person, and maybe, just maybe we could continue to live on. After the fall, winter and spring had past. When I was an entire year older, maybe. But I wasn't even sure if I could ever return home. Maybe this break would be forever.
Each step I took was farther away from the motel. It was dark, but the street lights were bright, showing perfect circles on the side walk. I watched my feet as the appeared in the light, then disappear in the dark only to be lit up again after I ran in front of a street light once again. I wasn't wearing shoes, I had a pair of white socks that had already turned black on the bottom from the dirty street. I had managed to grab my brown, light coat. It had black buttons going right up through the middle, to my neck. It reached down to my knees. I hadn't even thought of buttoning it closed, there was simply no time. Or, I thought of it as no time. So I held it closed where it opened at my neck, yet the rest of the jacket flew open as I ran, exposing my hips down. It flew back behind me, the belt I hadn't strapped closed was on the urge of falling onto the sidewalk, and me leaving it behind not wanting to turn back.
I finally stopped running after 15 minutes, totally out of breath. I collapsed on a cold bench, as I touched my forehead, then pushed my over grown bangs out of my eyes. I sighed loudly, shivering, but I refused to think. What was done was done, I wasn't hurting anyone. Everything was ok. And I wouldn't think about the ones I had left anymore, from this point on.
So I stood up and continued to walk. A taxi slowly drove by in the direction I was headed, so I raised my hand to make it stop. I climbed in, and the driver asked where I was going. I told him straight, and he didn't question me. We drove at a slow pace as I watched the continuous street lights start to disappear. The road went by fast, as I tried to count the lines in the road. I suddenly became dizzy and stopped, only looking ahead in the direction the car climbed. We soon entered a huge town I had discovered, as the darkness became light. The lonely road lead into a bright city, with lights on in every building. The buildings stood high, and towered over the small taxi. I had never seen buildings as big as these, wondering how they were able to still stand up. There were many people in huge coats, much more at night then I could remember. Again, I shivered breathing warm air into my hands as I watched a young man walk by with his hands deep in his pockets, like a man I once knew used to do. It was so bitter for September, and it was nights like these that made me hate the month so much. The driver quietly asked if I knew where I was headed yet, and I told him in the center of town. He quickly replied by asking if I was running away. The question scared me as I shook my head no, then remembered he wasn't looking at my actions, but the road. So I answered him. I told him I was.
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