A/N: I liked the idea of doing these, but they are HARD. For me. I have no idea how many these there will end up being, whenever I finish one I'll post it.
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Eyes Open by Taylor Swift
Rating: K+ for suggestion of previous violence
Warning: Really short.
Winry was always scared.
It wasn't always like that. When they were little, Winry was never scared. Sometimes she would think they were stupid, but she never truly felt fear.
But nowadays, whenever Ed and Al walked up to her house, clanking and waving, she never thought,
"Ed and Al are here! It's been so long, it's good to see them!"
No. The first thought that always went through her head was,
"Dear Lord, please let them be alright." (1)
She would put on a smile and go through the formalities of their visits, like a game.
Greet them happily.
Freak out over Ed's automail.
Feed them.
Repair automail.
Watch as they walk away, never looking back, not knowing when she would see them again.
While she did all of this, her mind was elsewhere. When Ed walked up the gravel road, she would check for a limp.
When he showed her his automail, she would look for bruises on his torso.
When he ate, she noted how thin he was.
Then, with all this in mind, Winry would make the best automail she was capable of, hoping that, somehow, it would make a difference, stop him from getting hurt, and in turn, protect Al as well.
To Ed, automail was a burden of past sins.
To Winry, it was a warning. Telling him to stay on his toes. To remember her, remember that he couldn't die because he had a family.
Because Ed never let family down, right?
See? Short.
(1) I don't know if Winry's religious or what, but sinice this is fanfiction she is here.