Chapter 10

"Back so soon?" Gracia said, surprised when I stumbled into the flower shop. "You were gone barely thirty minutes. Where's Edward?"

     "Never mind that!" I shouted, furiously wiping my eyes.

     "Lucille, why are you crying?" Gracia asked. I saw Dieter's head poke out from behind the counter, and he immediately ran to me. I shook my head and ran up the stairs into the house, Dieter following.

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I laid curled up in my bed until dark. And when dark came, I just rolled over. Dieter laid at my feet.

     Right before I fell asleep, Gracia knocked lightly on the door and said, "Lucille, Edward's here. Do you want to talk to him."

     I didn't answer. I just pretended I was asleep.

     Mistake. The door opened, and Gracia said, "She's sleeping. Just make it quick and try not to wake her up."

     "Okay," he mumbled. The door closed, and I heard soft footsteps walk to my bedside. Dieter growled and got off the bed. I heard him padding away to another corner in the room.

     All I could feel was the heavy presence of Edward standing by my bed, my back to him, and the heavy tention he brought with him.

     He said nothing but this: "I don't like this either." And then his footsteps trailed to the door, which opened and closed, his footsteps trailing away.

     I stayed up for hours crying softly to myself.

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I stayed in bed the next morning. I didn't feel like getting up.

     It was about seven at night when Gracia litterally dragged me out of bed and shoved me outside.

     "You're not turning into a hermit," he said sternly. "Go for a walk or something." She even gave me sone money. So, around Munich I wandered, not really sure what to do.

     So, I did what just popped into my mind: I bought three bottles beer from the local store.

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One bottle later, I went to my hill. I wasn't even near drunk yet, but was heading there, one drink at a time.

     I got up and, for no reason, threw the empty bottle at a tree, watching it break into a million pieces. I shook my head out and did the same to the other two, even though they were full.

     "That's for you, you damn Gate!" I shouted into the night sky. I made my way along the path, taking a detour and going by a river.

     It was risky going there, because that's where the Nazis were sometimes stationed at night.

     I walked along the river slowly, just staring into the sparkly water. I looked up at the sky, wishing I was back in Amestris.

     My thoughts were finally collected, and I knew that that breakdown in front of dopplegangar Edward was totally unnecessary and uncalled for.

     Then some other things clicked into place: the fact that Edward had said something about getting me a dog two years ago when he saw Dieter, when he said the thing about my hand still not being healed. The fact he called me Lucy when I dropped him off at his house after the carnival. And when he said "I don't like this, either" by my bedside the previous night.

     Things were clicking together extremely fast. I ignored the headache that was building and felt my heart flutter.

     I was certain of one thing: the "dopplegangar Edward" wasn't a dopplegangar. He was the real Edward.

     My Edward. And I had to find him.

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I ran along the river bank to town, and almost missed the big body of armor and Edward that were sitting side by side nearby. I saw the armor slouch forward, and there was alarm written all over Edward's face.

     "Alphonse," I muttered. "Alphonse!" I ran to them.

     "L-Lucille!" Edward shouted surprised when he saw me. I ignored him and knealt in front of the suit of armor.

     "Al, are you in there?" I said, taking off the helmet. "Alphonse Elric!" I looked inside and felt sick. There was nothing but blood and crushed bones inside.

     "Just...a mutilated person," I mumbled, putting the helmet back on the armor. "Great..."

     "What did you call him, Lucille?" Edward asked. "How did you--"

     "Cut the crap and just call me Lucy, Edward," I said, standing up and facing him. "You know, the assassin you know from Amestris?"

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[Emunah June.]

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