Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING from Fullmetal Alchemist. It all belongs to Hiromu Arakawa. The only thing I do own is that minor character I made up, but she doesn't really matter at the end of the day.

Introduction: Okay, well, this is the last chapter. Hopefully someone out there liked it. Besides A. HARHAR. It's about midnight here, so, GOOD NIGHT. 3

Description: As the Colonel said, "Break up with her." [FalmanxOC]

The next couple of days seemed like a blur to Colonel Mustang and the others.

But to Falman, it was awkward and boring.

He kept telling himself that he was going through all right, but it was a lie.

As he cleaned out his dormitory before their morning train to Central, Falman found little things that reminded him of Miss Wagoner. There were many, nondescript details: the color purple on a notebook log, small, nondescript words that morphed from his manly scrawl into her curled penmanship and formed love notes and cute little phrases, nonsense numbers that rearranged into her telephone number, maps of Amestris that reminded him that he was leaving another home behind, and almost everything else triggered his flawless memory to remind him of her.

Again, as it was for the past two nights, Falman did not rest.

The next morning was loud and stinging.

Havoc's ex-girlfriend seemed to be a thing of the far and distant past as the Second Lieutenant asked the other men in the room on their opinion of the women from Central. "I bet city girls have lots of style," he mused out loud as he sat in his seat with a leather briefcase at his feet.

"Damn, Havoc, you really don't waste any time, do you?" Breda jeered with a familiar, warm smile. He let Falman sit down near the window and took the unoccupied space next to him. In turn, Fuery sat next to Havoc.

Lieutenant Hawkeye and her dog, Black Hayate, sat with each other across the walkway, and the Colonel was speaking with Lieutenant General Grumman outside of the military train. There was a lack of official farewell as it was early in the morning and, well, it was just Colonel Mustang and his soldiers leaving. They weren't superstars.

"The way I see it," Havoc began as he eased a hand behind his head. "I just want a," He stuck out his thumb. "Cute," Then his index finger. "Funny," Then his middle finger. "Nice," Then he stretched out all five of his fingers. His voice got louder, and he spoke faster. "I just want a CUTE, FUNNY, NICE girl with a GOOD personality who won't be so COLD with me!" He grunted and lit himself a new cigarette.

As Breda laughed heartily as Falman looked out the window. He had the view of the Eastern Train Station, as opposed to Havoc, who had the horizon. He sat up straight and kept his hands folded in his lap. As his eyes searched the crowd, he had no idea just what he was looking for. Maybe it was Colonel Mustang's signal that they could all get off the train, that it was just a test to their loyalty. Maybe it was another faction of the Eastern military troops to replace them.

Maybe it was a certain brunette with kind blue eyes.

Maybe it was the said brunette dressed in a dark gray dress and a white cardigan.

Falman blinked as he saw her come towards his window, sashaying and smiling. He felt his lips curl upwards and he brought his fingers up to graze the surface of the mirror. She seemed to come closer – did she come to say farewell? Her timing was perfect! He didn't even tell her when, exactly, he was leaving!

Then she vanished before his very eyes.

It was a cruel apparition, and Falman had never felt more alone despite the good company around him.

He was seeing her everywhere. He thought he had seen her waiting outside of the Eastern Headquarters for him after work. He thought he might have seen her while eating lunch in the cafeteria, even though it was unlikely for her to even be let onto military premises. He thought he could smell the light, floral scent of her hair while he walked home. Now? Now he was sure that he saw her, that little quirk of a smile.

He knew better. She wasn't really there. His mind, his eyes – they were all backstabbing him for being foolish and, pathetically, as to 'in love' as he could.

"Oi," Havoc resounded. "Who's the lady at the window?"

They all turned to look, and Falman felt his throat wringing itself dry.

He stood up and took the window down. The sun had barely risen over the horizon, and the sky was a marigold and rose and lavender. Falman leaned out of it while his three closest comrades stared in confusion in the background.

Pamela looked up at him as her fingers toyed with the gray fabric of her dress. "Warrant Officer Falman," she greeted with a slight nod.

"Miss, Miss Wagoner," he managed to get out.

Havoc leaned close to Fuery. "You know who that woman is?"

Fuery shook his head.

To which Havoc replied, "You're in the dorms with him! What do you mean you don't know?"

"I don't know!"

Falman beamed down at her as she reached up and grabbed his hand. He panicked. This was not appropriate for the environment they were in. This was not appropriate. He saw her slip a cord around his wrist and felt a weight from an insignificant pouch hanging from his wrist. She held onto his one hand with both of hers and dragged his arm down until he felt her kiss his tender, war-absent hand. It was quick and simple, and when she let go, he felt frozen over.

"Just something to remember home by," she told him warmly. "Not that you would ever forget."

Falman nodded. "I'll write you as soon as I get settled."

They were silent as they stared at each other. Colonel Mustang came onto the train and looked at his men before looking at a distant Lieutenant Hawkeye for answers.

Falman cleared his throat before opening his mouth to say something, despite that it was wholly impolite to say such intimate words in front of his colleagues.

But, as if to save him face, Pamela told him, "I'm going to miss you so," She sucked in a sharp breath. "So, so much. Please don't forget me."

"I won't." Falman reassured her before the train signal sounded. She waved at him as he closed the window and sunk back into his seat. He stared at her as the train began pulling away. Breda was silent beside him and so was Fuery. He could feel Havoc's intent, knowing – because who but Havoc knew the mysteries of a breaking heart? – gaze on him.

Falman watched her until she was completely out of sight and took the pouch off of his wrist. He put it into his own bag, knowing full well that he would examine its contents at the proper time. With Breda, next to him, clearing his throat, Falman couldn't help but smile a little as he turned to his comrades.

Let the questions begin.