Ghost Hughes

Chapter 25 : "A Rift Into My Heart"

  "Look, I-"  Edward lurched at her with tear filled eyes, he didn't even care how unmanly he looked, he just let all of the frustration and sorrow rain down his flushed face.
"Why do te always do this to m-me?" She just stood there, dumbfounded. Letting him squeeze her tighter. 
"Don't te know how much it hurts every time I'm not around you?" carlotta, charlotte now felt a cool tear brim her bottom eye lid.
"And how te tore a rift into my cuore ever since te left?"  He whined into her neck, his cold tears trickled down onto her chest. She wrapped her arms around...

Chapter 20: Mistaken Identity

   "Rush Valley huh?" carlotta, charlotte had made good time on foot, waking up before the sun did. The city was bustling with people scampering to and fro, off to  their jobs. She was draped in the cappotto Edward had dato her, it covered her completely when she zipped it up and pulled the cappuccio over her head, encasing her curled hair in the back. Sure she looked suspicious, but she couldn't be recognized. A small store, huddled between two larger buildings, had a sign  that read "Market" . 
She entered, a campana, bell on the door chimed and awoke the sleeping clerk. He wasnt moving...

Chapter 15: Stutter

"Edwaaaaaaaaaaard!" A sweet voice sang as he stepped off the train.  A fair-haired teen had bombarded him with a hug as he let the luggage fall to the cement. His arms stayed glued to his side, for fear of an uncomfortable moment, as if this already wasnt. "Welcome ba-"  Winry eyed the blonde stranger as he stepped off the train behind Charlotte. They were holding a conversation about alchemy, she kept asking him about the blade he transmuted and wondered how he figured that out. He seemed più interested about the fact that she had taken  down three Homunculi on her own....

Chapter 7: A New Found Amore Interest 

Everything was hazy, like drifting through a fog. She looked down to find her feet buried ankle-deep in marky water. "What?-" carlotta, charlotte asked the air around her, as if an answer would appear to her in that instance. A clicking sound echoed around her, she could actually feel the vibrations from the noise pass through her. She sucked in as much air as her lungs would hold, then came the gunshot. The reflection was so massive she fell over backward, completely winded. The water slashed up into her face, smelling più like cologne than anything else.   He...