Author's Note: It's been over a week since I last updated, hasn't it! I am sorry for that, took me so long to edit this chapter and I am still on happy with the way it turned out. Enjoy, read and review!

And sorry for the mistakes, I know that there is a lot. I will look over everything this week!

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It's the Word

Those who can love one another, believe the impossible; And I think the impossible is very possible to be possible. Love can bring together a heart with another, and just as easily break that same heart in half. Love can destroy as well as create. Love can love, and can hate. When I was young, and heard the word love it seemed like such a simple word. 'Good night mommy, I love you' I would tell her as she tucked me into bed, closing the door and leaving me in the darkness of my room in Risembool. She would tell me she loves me back, as she was the one who taught me such a word. Yet, as you grow older you start to understand the meaning a little bit better. First you might call a pet love, hugging it every time he sleeps. Then you develop a crush at school or around town, and you understand what it feels like to watch that same guy walk away with another girl; The first stage of love. And you would think after that point, 'love' would simply just become easier to get.

I was dead wrong. You learn how to fall in love, and that it is possible to marry the one who faith binds you with. You learn that one day you will be able to love that person so much, all you want to do is help him, stay close and create love.

I thought I loved Ed; Was I wrong to think it? Admit it? It's such a powerful word yet he told me the same thing back. I thought we were meant to be together now that it was the two of us stuck in this world. But he was going to die, and I knew for sure he at least didn't love me enough to live. So I abandoned him for abandoning me. Yet then, he magically found the strength to get up and walk out of bed, and cross from Germany all the way to Italy; For me. He sacrificed his younger brother's safely by splitting up.

And it confused me so much because I completely forgot the definition of love. However, there was one thing I wasn't getting. Ed did the impossible, he healed himself enough to search for me in this scary world. Was love always like that? Maybe love was the impossible. The feeling you get when your around them; It's like nothing you have ever felt before.

And he was here, with me sitting right next to me on the sidewalk in such a small city. He was here, he was right there. If I wanted to, I could reach my right hand out and touch his hair. I could touch his golden hair just for proof of his existence. This person was the one I had once felt love with, the impossible with.

"You feel so warm, Ed. You still have a high fever, don't you?" I whispered from my current position.

"Mm."

"Where is Alphonse?"

"I don't know."

"How come? Why don't you know where your brother is?"

"He's not in Italy."

"Obviously." I sucked in the breath around me, holding back my fist. He was so stubborn; The same Ed I had always known. The same Ed I thought I had once loved... I wanted to tell him everything, because if I didn't now, who knows when the next opportunity would come.

"Let's go. People are looking at us. Get up..." I felt his eyes rest on top of my body. I looked up to the light, as Ed stood up gazing down the street. I didn't want to stand, but with out warning I felt his arm reach down, grabbing my own and pulling me up. His grasp fell to his sides, as his hands slipped into his warm pockets. I followed him down the boulevard, squeezing through Italy's people. "Al was looking for you. I have no idea where he is. We split up in hope to find at least a clue of where you could have gone-"

"But you where so sick."

"Yeah, and I still am. I can stand though, and I can still see; It's not that bad."

"How are you going to find Al? How long have you been looking? Why did you..."

"What?"

"Well if you let me finish talking I could tell you." He sighed in defeat.

"Damn, sorry."

"If I ran away, then.. Well why? I just thought that maybe I could..." I looked up to the back of his head. Although I couldn't see his face, I knew he was getting frustrated by my stuttering. "I just, wasn't ready to be... to see you, I need a break from this Edward..." I couldn't change my words once they left my mouth, neither could I express my feelings toward anyone at the moment. Though it crushed my heart when I realized he was acuatly really listing to what I was saying. He stopped walking and turned around facing me, flashing me those eyes I hated to see. I tried to look away, but he had trapped me.

He tried to speak, but grunted instead.

"...What?" He muttered from the corner of his mouth. There was a sudden change in his voice, though I couldn't read it. I looked down escaping his glare. Why did this hurt so much? Why was he doing this to me? It seemed like he cared, why did he come and find me? Still so ill, and leaving his brother with appsoluly no money in his pocket to search the world... For me? I thought he... I thought he had decided to give up on life; On me.

"I thought you lied..." He turned away, and continued to walk scratching his head as he let out a long, confused sigh. I gathered my confidence, preparing to talk, following his slow foot steps, practically stepping on his heels. "Edward, well don't you remember what you told me?"

It was a long silent walk from that point on, and I have to say; I was fine with that. What else could I possibly say?

When we reached a small motel in the center of the town, I could tell Ed was about to fall over. He was exhausted; Who knows how long he was searching in the hot sun for me. He was still very sick, way to sick to be roaming around Italy with thousands- No millions of people. His face was flushed, and he was white as a ghost. He limped as he walked up the stairs to our room, just in front of me. It took a lot for me not to scream at him to walk just a bit faster, but I had to understand. I would have been a Jerk for yelling at him. We had barley spoken to each other since our last conversation out on the street. He was clearly upset with me, and I didn't have a problem with not talking to him. There were so many things I wanted to ask him, and talk about. Myself; Ben and everything. It was hard to hold it in, and I bet it would have even made things easier between us if he had known what I went through. He obviously wasn't sure why I was being so stubborn, but I guess that's Ed for you.

Once we reached our floor it was around eleven at night, he pressed his back against the wall next to our room number, handing me the key. I grabbed it from his hand, unlocking it as slowly as I could; Trying to ignore his discomfort. I know the only thing he wanted to do right now was sleep. But also because I was a little frightened about seeing our room. This would be the 5th apartment I would be staying in since I crossed the gate in this world. I just hoped with wouldn't bring back memories from any of those; They all shared such horrible times. The fire, Ed's illness, and Ben. Once the door was unlocked, I closed my eyes, and backed away from the door, hinting for Edward to open it first. He decided to be obedient for once, as I heard him grunt, pushing himself off the wall, and grabbing th handle. Then turning it. I heard him walk in, dropping his coat and bag on the floor.

"Are you coming any time soon?" He sighed from inside the room. I opened my eyes, as I stepped inside. I saw a long room, the color of wet sand you would find on the Beach just after it poured. The floors were covered in old wood. Ed stood right in front of the full size bed, pulling off his gloves, then bending down to search for something inside his bag. It was a bit like the motel the three of us shared after the fire, but very different. After a breath of relief, I spun around and locked the wooden door behind me.

"Hey. Uh, can I borrow... Something to wear?" I asked looking down. I never did tell him I was wearing the same clothes I was raped in, not to mention the only thing covering my butt was a dirty old blanket. With out giving it a second thought, he threw a pair of black shorts at me; Weather I caught them or not. He sighed standing up, and sitting on the side of the bed farthest away from me, pulling out his pony tail, and teing a new one in his gold hair. He coughed, and with out saying a word, crawled under the blankets, turning out the light in an instant. I starred at the bed in the darkness, as I untied my skirt (blanket). I pulled the black shorts Ed had given me up tp my waist. They smelled like him, and god had I missed that smell so much. I found his bag on the floor, searching for something I could wear on top, and get out of the disgusting shirt I had been wearing. I found a baggy white shirt, slipping it over my body.

Even after all me and Edward had ever shared together, now 18 years; I felt so awkward slipping into the same bed as he. I guess maybe because he was sick and pissed, but usually that kind of stuff didn't bother me. I tip toed over to the bed, sitting on the opposite side then his body layed. There was a giant window on is side of the bed, with the moon peaking through the white curtains. I was the same color of the sheets I used to own in my bedroom back in Risembool; Or the sheets in our burnt apartment building; With the dead rose that used to lay on top of it, every so often breaking onto the sheets.

Edward was laying on his side away from me. I whispered his name to see if he was still awake. When he did not answer, I pulled the sheets over my head, laying down as silently as I could. I let out a deep breath, as I heard the wind blow against the window. It was cold in the small room, the fall had completely taken over Italy now, Summer was gone. I slid closer to Edward's warm, protecting body. I felt so safe next to his resting soul, for the first time in so long. Even if he was in a horrible mood, so tired and ill he couldn't even open his eyes if I were to shake him; If Ben were to show up now, on the other side of the window, I felt as I could be strong and stand up to the man who I thought I once trusted, only because I had Edward by my side.

It wasn't long before I could feel my lids tug on my eyes, and I unconsciously drifted off to sleep, next to his fevered body; Like I had so many times before.

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