Note: I'm so sorry. I have been busy with many things and I haven't had time to continue however it is now Christmas break and I can continue and please forgive me and thank you for the wonderful ideas and inspiration for this next chapter. Again I'm sorry and enjoy.

Chapter Nine: Moment

I cannot even remember how long its been since Noah's death and my return home. My daughter, Nina, has grown somewhat, looking more like her mother each day, with her slightly colored skin, light brown hair and golden eyes like my own.

I guess I've grown too in a way. Not physcially, but both mentally and emotionally.

I once thought that Winry was the woman I loved, I mean after all, we grew up together. Then I met Rose, and for a while, I think I had a small crush on her, but Noah...Noah was different than both Winry and Rose. She loved life, even when life was cruel to her. Feared and hated just because she was a gyspy. But the moment I saw her in the back of that truck, I was attracted to her. She was beautiful, I admit that, but she was also kind, and she was strong in her own way.

"Roma, it is our word for human."

It's been hard, living with that memory. The memory of her and our time together no matter how short it was. I cherished every moment with her and I have no regrets. She lives on inside my heart, but that is not enough.

How I wish I could turn back time.

How I wish I could have done something to save her from death.

But no matter how much I wish to, I cannot turn back time.

"All one can do is move forward. Live and cherish every moment of life and never regret or hate those moments."

I love her, and that will never change.

I will keep my promise to her, and I will live my life in happiness with Nina and however hard it may be, I will find and love another but she will never take your place Noah, no one can, but, you already now that, don't you?

Nina.

One day, I will tell you about your mother, about how beautiful and kind she was and how much she loved you and me. I will tell you how much she loved life and although I don't have a picture for you, I will go and find an artist, and he or she will paint the most beautiful portrait of her for you and for me, to cherish for all of time.

"We'll be fine, won't we Nina?" I ask.

:"These are my final words, my final thoughts, and my final moments, may they live to tell my tale. My dear daughter Nina, grow and remain by your father's side, for my death will not be easy on him, and I know it will be hard for him to keep his promise to me to love another however I know he will do so. For his heart deserves happiness more than any other. I know of his past and of his hardships, of his tears and his smiles, and you may dear, will bring him many joys and though my body dies, my soul and my love for him will live on. I shall watch over you till the day you come and join me here in heaven.

Good bye, my dearest love, Edward, I leave this journel with you so that you may one day go back and remember the life we lived when you have reached the end of your days."