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~~~~~~~~~~Three Years Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I haven't seen Envy in 3 years. I forgot his rough, kind voice, And his eyes. The eyes I thought that I'd never forget. His Lavender eyes that looked evil, But had a hint of good in them. In those three years, There wasn't a day that I never thought about him, But still, his memory was fading away, Like someone slowly going blind.

I was on my way to Central. Lailah invited me to stay with her and Jean Havoc, her boyfriend. She met him when she joined the military and they started dating that same year. They've been together for 6 years. Since then, Jean had gotten in an accident during a mission, and now is paralyzed from the waist down. He's a nice guy though, and he's honestly like a big brother to me, because I've met him many times. He always calls me Rosie and bombards me with many bear hugs.

A while After I left Central, the first time, there was news that Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, The man I stayed with before I got "Kidnapped" by the homunculi, Was Murdered. Roy Mustang, My father's childhood friend, Is currently still trying to find his killer. A lot has happened in Central since then.

I also changed a lot. I was 17 now and a bit taller. Winry said that my eyes got more of a vibrant emerald green, and that my hair got redder. I still always had a ponytail in, But I think that will stay like that. Not even Al has seen my hair down. Only Lailah and, of course, my parents. Though, my parents are gone and Lailah last saw my hair down when it was short.

Also recently, Al told me that he had met someone, he said that he thinks he likes them. Of course, I was in love with Envy, So I chose to support him. I told him that I thought I liked someone else too. And you know what he said? He said "Really? That's great! Well, Whoever it is, I support you. That's a promise.  I support you Bestie!" I love Al, now in a friendly way.

The train came to a stop and I looked up from my drawing Pad. I recognized the station as Central Station and grabbed my stuff, Getting off the train.

Lailah was waiting for me. Surprisingly, Havoc wasn't with her. "where's Havoc?" I asked she smiled and giggled. "can't say." She teased. She always did that, kind of like me. Teasing your close friends. My sister and I had a very good relationship, and we still do. We barely Ever fought, And when we did, we were always quick to apologize to each other.

My sister and I look almost nothing alike. She got our dad's Blonde hair and I got our mother's vibrant red hair. She got our Mother's Blue eyes, And I got our father's green ones. Lailah is a lot prettier than me too. Her face is pale with no freckles, Like mom's, While my face is paler with a couple scattered Freckles, Not many though.

Lailah and I walked to Jean and Lailah's house, talking about every thing that has happened recently. I talked about my farm, And I mentioned how I liked someone. She stopped and spun around "What?! What's his name?! Is he hot?" She Questioned. Shit. I thought to myself. I thought up a quick Excuse. "I-I don't Remember. I met him 3 years ago...he was so sweet and kind though." Lailah looked at me in disbelief. "Three years ago?! Jeez he must have been a keeper if you Still like him!"She exclaimed. I laughed and agreed.

When We got to Jean and Lailah's house, Which was connected to the General store owned by Jean's parents. I was instantly greeted by Jean. He smiled at me. "How's my little girl?" he asked. I smiled and hugged him. "I'm doing Great! Thank you. How about You, Jean?" I replied. He answered with a hard Laugh. "I'd be better if I had working legs," he said, Pouting Jokingly. Lailah smiled at us and said sarcastically, "Mira, Don't you be stealing my man!" I laughed. "Don't plan in it!"

I lay in bed that night, Unable to fall asleep. I wonder where Envy is right now, And if he's thinking about me, I Thought to myself, looking out the window. Little did I know that He was also looking out a window, Wondering the exact same thing.

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