Author's Note: The next two chapters have already been written, but need a lot of editing. Although I kinda liked the main idea, I wrote them kinda weird. So, it might take a few days to completely edit them. Just want you all to stay informed, so enjoy! Yes, Edward has finally returned to the story; I missed him too.

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Because I Want You

If I had the choice, I would have never turned around to that gorgeous face of his. But I had no choice; His metal hand dug into my skin, nearly braking it. I felt a bone not too far underneath his grasp crack. Then, he pulled with hardly any effort. My bod spun quickly facing him. I nearly passed out from the shock of Edward standing three inches before me on two legs. Like always, his hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail, with his long bangs loosely hanging from the top of his head. And that small antenna that had always stuck out like a stick was as perfect as ever. His eyes danced like fire; His face full of anger. The color had returned to his face from when I had last seen him, however I could tell he was still not completely healed from the life threatening illness that had taken over his body only a few weeks ago. Other then those feelings, I simply couldn't read him. I couldn't imagine what he was thinking, how he had found me, how he was alive! He survived, when I swore he looked as though he was on his death bed not too long ago.

And because I didn't speak from the shock that had taken over my body, as well as controlling is, that sturdy fist dragged it's way down my arm, stopping at me wrist. He turned away from the huge crowd of people with me close behind, as I had no choice but to follow his strong hand. He pulled me far away from them all, into a spot on the side of the street, next to a building where no one but the two of us stood. I whispered his name with my lips, though I wasn't sure any sound came from them. He released his grasp, letting out a deep breath; Stroking his hair with a long nose sigh.

"Your alive... How..." I attempted to tell him my thoughts so maybe he could some how explain, breaking the long, dreadful silence of only the wind whistling under our noses, and the loud voices of Italy not too far behind us. He was started I had spoken so soon, looking straight into my eyes confused eyes.

"Damn it Winry, where the hell did you think you were headed?! Do you know where you are right now? What gives you the damn right to run away from us!" He yelled into my face. He coughed, looking away, as if he wished the answer he wanted from me would never come.

"I wasn't running away...-"

"What the hell does that mean?! Yes you were! Do we mean anything to you, or do you feel as if you could leave at any damn moment, and not..." He was out of breath, and I could tell still very ill. "...And not tell us a damn thing anytime you want to leave!" He chocked on his breath covering his face with his right hand, rapped tightly in the white glove. I ignored his feelings, because it wasn't myfault. I had decided if I were to ever meet with the man who stood before me ever again, I would not take the blame. He was the one who got sick, and gave up on Al and I! I was the one who was harassed and raped to a point where I never wanted to share those feelings with any living being ever again. He was the damn one who lied to me about his love. So what gives him the right to blame me for everything when I was there feeling sorry for him in a towel rapped around my waist?

But then again, when did Ed ever cry? He really never did, hardly ever. And out of everyone who would ever meet Edward, I probably knew that the most. And he was about to break. He must of been hurting inside to fall apart at the scenes.

"You were dieing Ed... I thought my dession was the best way for all of us-"

"What about Al?! So what if I god damn died, Alphonse would be alone right now!" I was quick with answers. There were no tears this time, I had learned I had to be strong.

"But it's more then that Edward. Stop using your brother as an excuse for everything!"

"You don't know what the hell your talking about, so shut up!"

"Don't tell me that, I know exactly-"

"Shut up!"

"Why can't I ever talk about anything with you!?"

"Just shut up, Winry!!"

"Stop it! Let me fucking talk!!" And it was then my neck fell limp, and the blood in my head rushed to my feet. I grabbed Edward's metal shoulder for support as my head rested under his chin. I forced the tears back through my eyes and into my body as I felt his left hand rest lightly on my back. He coughed. We stayed in that position as it seemed like forever; The only thing I regretted about the moment was not looking up to see his face. I wondered what his expression could have been, and even for knowing him for such a long time, I could never picture his face. I could feel the eyes of people walking and starring at us; Walking by confused of what they had seen before them. I was surprised no one had stopped and asked if we were alright from standing in the position so long and silent.

At the same we fell to our knees, with out backs leaning against the side of the building. I pulled my knees close to my chest digging my head between them. I could imagain Ed was cross legged, with his head rested on his hand; However I never would know his possition for I wasn't sure I wanted to look at him.

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