Author's Note: Hey! Sorry for not updating since December, I realize that sucks :/ But I'm healthy and alive, and since I'm home from school today I thought it would be a great opportunity to write, at least a little. More exciting chapters on the way.

Excuse the mistakes, too lazy to re-read it. I'll do that later, thanks everyone~~

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, because then I wouldn't be so excited about the second series coming out on April 5th...

I'm Fine

There is a point in life where someone realizes they are completely, utterly, confused in every humanly possible way. Did that make sense? Is that a mid-life crisis, or is that something else? I wouldn't know, that was never the way my mind would think. Though when the first thing I saw when I woke up that morning, was a handsome, young man sleeping beside me with a completely empty expression printed on his face, it seemed I was being pulled.

Like, was I supposed to run away, to an another man as if he could be my only hope in returning home from this evil place? Or take a breath, and explain to this man what had happened. I wanted to tell Ed for so long what it was between Ben and I, and I would. From the very beginning, I knew he would eventually find out. Yet every time I would think about Ben, I would just tell myself,

"I'll just worry about it later..." softly, and it was soon a forgotten thought. A forgotten thought that would return tomorrow, and the next day, and most likely the next.

One week followed as Ed and I stayed at Noah's apartment. Noah was gone most of the day, leaving at nine and returning at eight. She would bring dinner as long as I promised to make breakfast every day. I was surprised of how Ed's mood for the time being has changed. He was calmer and spoke with a soft tone during the day, heading for bed earlier then usual. The two of us had nothing to do rather then search for clues for Alphonse.

During that week that we stayed with Noah, Ed and I decided to take a walk around the new city. We walked close by each other; I was pleasantly surprised to find a hand around my waist as he looked down at the side walk; auto mail stuffed in a jean pocket.

Day after day we would rome the city, asking anyone who would listen about Al. We just need one clue for the hunt to continue. Though I did think about what would happen when we found him. Of course we needed to find Alphonse as soon as possible but, what was Edward's plan after that?

"Hello, Mister, what can I do for you?" A man in a coffee shop asked after Ed blasted the doors open and walked over to the counter, that Friday morning. I followed shyly, brushing off the stares.

"I'm looking for this man, last time we talked he told me he was headed up this way. Have you seen him?" Edward asked the man pulling out a blurry picture of his brother. The man gave us a look, taking the photo from Ed's hand to look at it closer. After a minute he spoke again.

"Nope, never seen him. Have you two tried the police, 'yer better off reporting a missing person."

"He's not a missing person, we're just-"

"We have, and he's just a friend sir, thanks anyway." I stated interrupting Ed, as I pulled his pointed finger away from the man, and grabbing the photo with another hand. Once outside I let go of Ed's shirt and handed him the photo. "Why do you always try and start something when someone doesn't have an answer?" I twisted my hair as he hid he photo in a shirt pocket.

"There just all idiots..." He stated, locking arms with myself as we continued to walk down the dirty city.

"Edward?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry about this... I know we will find him but, this never would have happened if-"

"Don't you dare blame any of this on yourself, got it? We'll find him..." He looked back forward as I noticed again he happened to look paler. I was happy he seemed to be getting better from his horrible illness, but today he looked back to as if it was day one.

"Your feeling ok, right?" I waited for a response, nudging him when I didn't get it.

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine."

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