Chapter Ten: Noah's Heart
I'm not certain, what exactly drew me to him more or less attracted me. Perhaps it was his golden hair, golden blonde like the sun or perhaps it was his matching eyes that shined with such innocence.
Or perhaps it was his memories, his memories of a place filled with green fields and beautiful sunsets.
"You're just like me. You have no home."
Those words were the first of many. Those words began it all.
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I saw him later that day when I run away from those soldiers that bought me, and hid beneath a canvas.
"Save me, please!" I cried to him, and he did. He asked me where I lived as we ran. "I told you, I have no home."
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"Winry."
That name. One he calls out every night it seems. Perhaps she is his love, the one that holds his heart, like he holds mine.
I felt like crying, so I slowly crept out the door, closing it quietly before me. Once closed, I let my tears fall, silently.
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He's gone.
I felt my heart break even more, when he took of in that rocket and turned away when I cried out to him.
Moving back down, I see blood.
Alfonse. Shot. Dead.
I held him in my arms and prayed.
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"You came back?"
Putting Alfonses' body down, I walked over to him. I wanted to run to him, run and embrace him and take the sad look away from his eyes, take away the hurt that clouds his heart.
A few days later we held a memorial service in memory of Alfonse.
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We moved out into the country.
He said it somewhat resembled his home town. There we lived, there we grew to love each other and soon married.
I was so happy when I learned of my pregnancy and could not wait to tell Edward of this news.
He was overjoyed.
He laughed his laugh.
He smiled his smile.
And he loved me with all his heart.
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I was dying.
That much I knew soon after I gave birth to our child.
Our daughter.
Nina.
My final moments with Ed were wonderful and my heart broke even more as his eyes were filled with sadness and tears.
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I've hidden my journal in his jacket.
Let him read my words and see my memories.
Let him hold my heart.
For it is his.