This is a very short preview to my new story soon to have a complete first chapter. I'm just really psyched about this one because I've been wanting to write it for so long. Just a note: I am in the process of working on my other two stories, so don't think I forgot about them.
"Edward, I brought you some dinner." Winry begged to be allowed in, but I rejected her. I was busying myself with studies. Studies for her.
My mother was the last. She landed last in the long line of devastation, landed as the last straw on my mind, the last thing I was willing to deal with.
Winry knocked a few more times before leaving, as she had many times before .With the curtains drawn and the doors bolted, only the altering lights within the rooms alerted them that my form was still breathing.
I turned back to my book, switching on my light as the cursed sun set way too early yet again. The research slowed each day, but had remained promising… until I reached a specific book. One referencing a Tim Marco and some odd research.