Hello, readers. Finally, here's chapter 16. The last chapter of "Two of a Kind". The sequel series is called "I'll Carry You", and all of the chapters for the sequel series are up on my profile. Reviews are VERY much appreciated. Writing this story has been an amazing journey for me. Thank you so much for reading. Enjoy. :)

Wendy woke with a start. A noise coming from inside of her room startled her awake.

She sat up in her bed, and rubbed her eyes. She stretched, and yawned.

Today was the day.

She looked at her nightstand. On top of them were the roses Alphonse had given her.

They were weltered, and dead.

Wendy looked up, and screamed.

Her cousin, Jean, was standing at the end of her bed.

"JEAN!? What the hell!?" she yelled at him, then took a pillow from behind her and chucked it at him.

He laughed as it softly hit him and fell to the floor.

"Sorry for scaring you. I'm here to tell you that I asked Roy to give me the day off, and he let me. I want to spend the whole day with you. I was thinking we could spend a day out on the town." He told her, grinning.

She smiled lightly. "Yeah. Give me a little while to get dressed."

He nodded, and she got up and went into the bathroom.

Wendy looked into the mirror. Her heart raced, and her stomach clenched.

How am I going to tell Ed and Al goodbye?

She left her hair down, and brushed it out. She slipped on a blue tank top, and black pants, with her navy and black boots.

Wendy strolled out of the bathroom, and her cousin smiled at her.

"Wow. You look pretty in blue. You should wear that color more often."

She blushed. "Alright you idiot, let's go to town."

Their first stop was a little diner where they picked up a hot breakfast. Wendy had never been to a restaurant like that, and she was very attracted to the warm atmosphere and friendly people inside.

After they finished eating, Jean escorted Wendy all over town, showing her all of the cute shops and stores. She didn't really get to explore the culture in Central very much yet, so it was nice seeing all of the regular townspeople going about their everyday routines.

It was also a perfect day to walk around town, too. The sky was a bit more overcast than usual, and there was a chillier breeze in the air, but everyone in town made up for it by their warm kindness.

Around noon, he had taken her to a little ice cream cart so they could pick up a treat.

"Two vanillas." Jean told the man.

He nodded, and handed them their ice cream.

Jean then proceeded to pay the man, and then they walked off.

"Thanks." Wendy said, smiling and taking a lick.

"You're welcome." Jean said, tussling her hair, and they both laughed.

"I'm going to miss you." He said, turning to her.

Wendy frowned. "Don't remind me about it, please."

"I still can't believe that I might never see you again." He spoke, swiveling his head, trying to hide his pain.

"Please, Jean. I don't want to talk about it. I'm sad too, you know."

"I know. But, still. I don't completely understand why you are leaving. If you want to get away from Ed and Al, then why don't you just avoid them? They don't even stay in Central that often. They travel a lot. You don't have to leave the country just to get away from them."

Wendy frowned. "It's more than that," she sighed, "It's not just that I want to leave them. There's more to the story. I just…can't be near them. At all."

He furrowed his brows. "You hate them that much?"

"What? No," she said, "It's the exact opposite. I care too much for them to stay here. I need to leave. I've made my decision. I'm not a child anymore, and I know what I want."

He sighed. "I know you aren't a child anymore, Wendy. But I think that you're still too young to make decisions like that. Don't forget, you are still a dog of the military. You can't just leave the country so easily. You're only fourteen."

"I'm not stupid! I told you this stuff already. I'm going to resign my title as state alchemist today. I have everything else figured out. I don't need your help."

Jean started to get angry. "You are so stupid! I'm just barely getting to know you, and then you decide to leave! You're just caught up in a dream! You're not thinking strait!"

She clenched her fists. "This isn't a dream. I am going to do this. And I'm sorry we never got to spend a lot of time together. But you don't control my life."

Then he started shouting, gaining the attention of people around them.

"This is just a phase you're going through right now! You're going to go to Xing and then you're going to regret it immediately and want to come running back home! Don't be an idiot! If you leave, you will have nothing! I'm all you have! The rest of your family is gone! You will loose your state alchemist title, your friends, and everything! IF YOU LEAVE, THERE WILL BE NOTHING LEFT OF YOU!"

Her eyes widened, and she looked at him in horror.

"How dare you." She growled, trying to hold back her anger. She didn't know what else to say. He had no right to tell her that.

"Now, stop being a dumb ass and let's go back to Central." He said, grabbing her wrist gently and pulling her away from the crowd of people.

She pulled away from his grasp, and started shaking from anger.

"I can't believe you! You don't control me!"

Jean looked at her and growled.

Then she exploded.

Wendy clapped her hands, and slapped them onto the ground in front of him. Using her alchemy, the area of ground beneath him rose up, and he fell over.

"Don't be a child!" he yelled, getting back up.

Whenever he got back up, she would make the ground rise up from beneath him, making him fall over.

Again, and again, and again.

"Stop it, Wendy! I'm not going to fight you!" he told her, getting back up.

She made the ground under him come up one more time, and she watched him fall down.

He looked up at her, frowning.

Wendy looked at his gentle, loving eyes. Then small tears fell down her face. She shouldn't have attacked him. It was uncalled for.

"I'm so sorry." She said, tackling him into a hug.

He laughed, and she snuggled into his shoulder.

"I was as rebellious as you when I was your age. But, I was still able to make intelligent decisions. So I'm going to trust you."

Wendy smiled. "Thank you for trusting me."

They both got up, and walked back to Central. Jean pulled out a cigarette, and lit it, placing it between his lips.

"Want one?" he offered Wendy jokingly.

She laughed, and pushed him playfully.

"No thanks."

"I have one more thing to ask you." Jean said.

"Huh?"

"Do you really love Ed?"

Wendy's cheeks burned, and she sighed.

"The absolute truth is: yes. I love him more than I have anyone before. It has been slowly killing me inside knowing that I can't be with him. He's my world, and my missing piece. I can't even imagine my life without him. I love him. But, like I said before, I will have to deal with it. I have to leave to help him." She looked up at her cousin, smiling.

"Wow…" Jean breathed, then realizing the true depths of Wendy's feelings. "Does he love you back?"

"I don't know," she frowned, "I've never even told him how I feel yet."

"What did you bring us in here for? I thought Jean had the day off work." Wendy asked Colonel Mustang, when she walked into his office, with Jean trailing behind.

Mustang had called them into his office saying that they needed to have a "talk".

"He does. But there were some complaints in town about a man and a girl yelling at each other, and then there were reports of the girl attacking the man with alchemy. Do you two know anything about that?" Mustang asked, raising and eyebrow.

Wendy and Jean looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.

"Sorry about that. It won't happen again." Wendy apologized, looking at the Colonel.

Roy just observed them for awhile, and then said, "Wow. I've never seen the two Havoc cousins together before. Now that I see you two side by side, I can actually see a resemblance."

Jean smiled. "She gets her good looks from me."

It was about 5:00 p.m., and Wendy walked back to her dorm.

She sat down onto her bed, and took out a piece of paper and a pencil from the drawer in her nightstand. Using her lap as a desk, she began writing.

Dear Edward and Alphonse-

It's really painful for me to write this, but I thought it would be easier to do than to tell you in person. So here it is-

I'm leaving tonight. I'm going to Xing, and I plan on living there for at least a few months, possibly up to a year. I am going to find my master and continue my training in alchemy.

I know this is very sudden, but this is what I want. I've made my final decision, and I'm not changing my mind.

You didn't do anything wrong, or make me angry, so please don't blame yourselves. I'm leaving because of myself, not because of you.

You two don't need another burden. I'm just holding you back when you should be moving forward. I need to continue my own journey, without you.

Ed, you and I both made promises. Promises we need to keep, no matter what. You need to get you and your brother's original bodies back, and I need to train to strengthen my alchemic abilities.

I will miss you more than you can even imagine. You've both had such an impact on my life, and I will never forget you.

I'm not sure when I'm coming back to Amestris, but I do know that leaving is what I must do. It's for the best.

I'm also so very sorry again that I'm not saying goodbye to your faces. Because if I did, I think that I wouldn't be able to handle it. It would just be too painful.

Keep moving forward.

Goodbye.

-Wendy Havoc

Tears dripped onto the paper as she wrote the last words.

Wendy set her letter on her night stand for now, and then got up from her bed to pack her last things that she needed into her suitcase.

It was then 7:45 p.m., and Wendy had taken a shower, and packed the rest of her things up.

Before she was going to deliver the letter, she decided that she was going to pay Colonel Mustang a proper visit.

She held her pocket watch tightly.

"Hello, Colonel." Wendy said, marching right up to him in his office, confidently.

"Hello Wendy. What are you here for?" He asked, not looking up from his paperwork. Riza Hawkeye was no where in sight.

She tossed her pocket watch onto his desk, knocking into a pile of papers and sliding to the edge.

"I'm resigning my title as state alchemist." She told him simply.

He raised his eyebrow, and now gave her his full attention.

"Havoc told me that you would be resigning, but I didn't think he was actually being serious."

Wendy just stood still and breathed evenly.

"Can I ask why you're doing something so stupid like that? Some people dream of becoming a state certified alchemist. Others say it's awful. But, you, you become a state alchemist and then resign your position less than a month later after getting it?"

"Yes. I still don't think I'm as strong as an alchemist as I can be yet. I'm going to train in Xing and then come back for my title."

Mustang smirked. "Why are you so confident that you're going to get your title back, even after you train?"

Wendy grinned. "Just you wait, old man. When I come back I'm going to be the best damn alchemist you've ever seen. Don't you dare doubt me for a second. I'm a Havoc, and Havocs never give up."

Mustang chuckled. "I suppose with that last name I can't doubt you."

"Save the title 'Sapphire Alchemist' for me, alright? I'll be back!" she shouted, walking away.

He watched as she walked out of his office door.

"Both Wendy and one of my most trusted subordinates both have the same fire in their eyes." Mustang laughed.

Wendy decided she needed some fresh air to clear her head.

She winded through the building and eventually made it outside to the garden where she and Jean were talking the day before. She had grown to really like that place, and the beautiful scenery helped calm her down.

She soon found a nice place to sit. It was a wooden bench in a small closed off area.

The area was surrounded by trees, and to get into it you had to squeeze between a bunch of thick bushes.

Many small little fireflies flew around, providing a nice amount of light. The grass was lush, soft, and slightly damp. The air smelt wonderful, like earth and rain. Leaves from the trees fell and swirled in the air like petals from a flower.

It was magnificent.

She walked in further, and sat down onto the bench comfortably. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, Wendy heard a noise.

Footsteps.

Light foot steps padding against the wet grass, and they sounded like they were getting closer and closer to her little area.

"Hello?" a voice called out.

She froze, knowing that voice right away.

It was Edward's.

"Hello? Who's there?" Ed called out again.

She didn't dare to make a noise, or even breath.

She heard his footsteps come even closer, and soon heard him climbing past the two bushes into the area.

"Wendy? Is that you?" he asked, squinting to try to see her better. He walked forward, and saw her face being illuminated by the fireflies' light.

"Wendy! What are you doing here?" Ed asked.

"What are you doing here?" she returned.

Ed laughed. "I needed some fresh air. I had enough reading alchemy books all day."

Wendy laughed too. "Yup. Same here. I thought some fresh air could do me some good too."

"Do you mind if I join you?" Ed asked, gesturing to the spot on the bench next to her.

"I don't mind." She replied smiling, and he sat down.

"It's a beautiful night tonight, isn't it? Just look at that moon." He said, pointing at it. Wendy looked up. The moon was bright, and large.

"Yeah," she agreed, "It's really pretty tonight."

"So, where were you all day today?" He asked, turning towards her.

"I spent the day with Jean. He took me around town and showed me a bunch of shops in the city."

"That's nice. Sounds like fun."

Wendy nodded, and then they both kept silent for a few minutes, just admiring the scenery around them.

Then, she suddenly felt the heat from his skin. Was he moving closer to her? Or was that just her imagination?

"Umm…Al told me about what you told him." He finally said.

"What? What did Al say?" she asked, confused.

"Everything that you told him the other day. About your past, and about the scars on your back. Why didn't you tell us sooner? Why didn't you tell me at all?"

Edward tried looking her in the eyes, but she refused to look back at him.

"It's not easy to talk about. I probably should have told you though. I'm sorry, Ed." She mumbled, and then she lifted her head, looking at him.

"Can I see them?" Ed whispered, his face dusting pink.

"My scars? That's exactly what Al asked. Sure." Wendy said.

She turned away from him, and lifted up her shirt half way up her back.

Ed quietly gasped, and scooted closer to her. They weren't little red marks. They were large and very wide. It was awful, and painful for Ed to even look at.

Slowly, he lifted his left arm, and traced his finger along one of her scars. His warm touch sent tingles through her body.

He pulled his arm away, but his hand lingered by her bare back for a moment, and then completely pulled away.

"I'm so sorry, Wendy." He whispered.

She put her shirt down and turned back around.

"Thanks for worrying. But, I don't want pity." She said.

"No one should have to go through that for their entire childhood. It's horrible, and so wrong." Ed growled, grinding his teeth.

Tears came from her shimmering blue eyes.

"Wendy…" he quietly spoke, looking at her.

He put his hand underneath her chin, and lifted her head up.

"I'm here now…okay? I'll always be here." He whispered, and pulled her into a hug.

They wrapped their arms around each other, and pulled closer, the heat from their bodies spreading to one another.

Wendy's heart was beating so fast and loud, that she could hear it.

Ed lightly pulled away.

Edward's golden eyes searched her blue ones.

He pulled Wendy closer, and soon…

their lips touched.

Their kiss was sweet, long, and passionate.

It didn't feel forced.

It was soft, and gentle.

It was beautiful.

They moved apart, and Ed smiled.

Wendy smiled back.

"Wendy…I-" Ed began, but was interrupted by Wendy jumping up off of the bench onto her feet.

"I…I…I have to go!" she abruptly said, and then dashed away from him and towards the bushes.

"Wait! Wendy! Where are you going!?" Ed shouted, but she just kept running, weaving her way through the garden.

Tears blurred her eyes, but she had to keep running. She couldn't let Ed catch up to her, no matter what. She shouldn't have even kissed him.

But Wendy couldn't deny that it was the best thing she had ever experienced in her whole life.

"Wendy! Wait! WENDY!" she heard Ed screaming, so she ran quicker. Eventually, she couldn't hear his yells anymore, so he must have either stopped running or was far behind.

She scrambled into the Central building and through the halls to her dorm.

Wendy grasped her suitcase, and her letter. She bolted down the hallway to Ed and Al's room, where she way hoping Alphonse would be.

She knocked frantically on the door, worrying that Ed would turn around the corner any second now.

Al opened the door, and she practically threw the letter at him.

"Oh, hi Wendy. Is this a letter? Why are you in such a hurry?" Al asked.

"Just read it, and give it to Ed when he comes back. I have to go. Goodbye Al!" she called over her shoulder, darting away down the hall.

She burst out of the Central building and kept running until she made it to the train station.

It was time.

Alphonse read the letter for the hundredth time.

"No…" he whimpered, "This can't be happening. She can't be leaving. Brother will be heart broken."

Al couldn't decide if he should run after Wendy to try to say goodbye, or to wait until Ed got back to the dorm. He had left to get fresh air awhile ago, and hadn't yet returned.

Then Al made his mind. He had to run after her.

He set the letter down somewhere Ed could easily see it when he came back, and then jogged out the room.

He concluded that the most reasonable place she would be is at the train station.

So that's where he ran to.

Edward strolled down the hallway, and slowly came to his door.

He was still shocked. Why had Wendy run away from him?

The door was slightly open.

Why did Al leave the door open? Is he still in there? Ed wondered.

He slipped into the room, and Al was nowhere to be seen. A small piece of paper rested on a side table and caught his eye.

Ed picked it up, and when he read over it, his legs gave out from underneath him, and he fell to the ground, trembling.

"No…Wendy…she's….leaving." he mumbled, his whole body feeling numb.

He looked around the room. Al must have gone to her to say goodbye.

She was probably leaving right now.

"NOOO!" he wailed, and ran in whatever direction his instincts told him to. He had to find her, and talk some sense into her.

He couldn't even take a breath while he was running.

He now had to admit to himself that he was totally and completely in love with her. He couldn't bare to let her go.

The love of his life was leaving the country.

The one person he would be willing to spend the rest of his life with. The one person he loved completely, flaws and all. The one person he was forever connected to through spirit.

Wendy Havoc was leaving.

He ran as fast as his legs would propel him.

Wendy crinkled the ticket in her hand as she nervously held onto it. Her train would be pulling up to the station any minute now.

"WEEENNDDY!" Al shouted, spotting her in the crowd of people.

She looked over, and saw Al running towards her.

"Wendy! What are you doing!? You can't leave!" Al insisted, finally running up to her.

"Al! What are you doing here!? Is Ed with you!?" she worried.

"No. He wasn't even back at our dorm by the time I left to find you. It's just me here."

Wendy sighed. "Thank goodness."

"Wendy! Don't leave! I don't think that Brother will be able to take it!" Al said

"He can handle losing a friend for a few months. He doesn't need me." She whispered, looking away.

"Don't you understand!? He doesn't just think of you as a friend! He loves you! He loves you so much! He told me he would die for you, or do anything to keep you safe. You can't just walk out on us like this."

Wendy's eyes widened.

"He…loves me?"

Alphonse nodded. "Of course he does. You can't leave us. You know us better than anyone else. You're the best friend we've ever had. Please don't leave. Please."

Although Al couldn't express his emotions very clearly, Wendy could hear the strain in his voice and the panic behind his words.

"I'm sorry, Alphonse. I have to go. I'll miss you." She whispered, and then wrapped her arms around him.

He knew there was no convincing her to stay.

"I'll miss you too. Stay safe in Xing." He whispered lovingly back.

They heard the angry whistle of the train pulling up.

"I have to go now. Goodbye, Al." she said.

He watched her back as she walked away to board the train.

Ed looked around through the crowd of people, his heart thumping against his chest. No one looked like her.

He cursed under his breath. Where was she?

"Brother?" Al asked, walking up to him.

"Al? What are you doing here? Where's Wendy!?" he asked.

Then, they heard the crisp sound of a train leaving the station.

Ed looked at his younger brother, and understood what happened.

Her train was leaving.

"NOOOO! WEENDY! DAMN IT! COME BACK! WEEENDDDYY!" Ed shrieked, tears poured out of his eyes, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Wendy…come back…" he whispered, burying his face into his knees.

Al patted his shoulder as he cried.

He couldn't imagine what his brother was feeling.

Wendy's warm breath fogged up the cold window. She heard screaming outside of the train.

It sounded like Ed.

She clamped her hands over her ears. The collar of her shirt soon became soaked with tears.

The train slowly started up, and began moving.

"Goodbye, Amestris." Wendy said.