She was innocent and pure, never loved a soul in her life, and then she met him, the boy named Alphonse Bluestone, the boy with eyes so blue, the ocean was put to shame, and hair so black, the grim reaper's cloak seemed gray. He smiled at her everyday, and gave her sweet kisses that meant the world to her, and then one day, he changed, he yelled and screamed, saying she was nothing. It hurt, but she was naive and ignorant, and choose to stay with him. Somedays were bad, others were a dream. Then he snapped. He slapped her in the face so hard, it threw her against the wall, "Alphonse, stop, what has happened to you?"
"I am a soul gatherer, Alchemy, I always have been, and you are my final soul." He grew claws so long and sharp, it was surreal. They pierced her chest and ripped out her heart. She feel to the ground, gasping for breath, and although there was a gapping hole in her chest, she spoke while she stared at the beating heart in his clawed hands, "It always did belong to you, Alphonse." Then her world went black.