Anniversary 1-2-12
I groaned, as I rolled over in the bed, still groggy from sleep. I looked out the window as I leaned up and stretched my arms high above my head. The sun was just beginning to rise. Good. I heard a grunt as I went to throw the covers, I looked over. There he was my husband of one year already. Edward. I smiled softly at his hair sprawled of behind him and his arm resting lazily over his stomach, he looked funny. I sighed and bent down over him to give him a quick kiss on his forehead, before I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I turned the shower on low and then changed the pressure on high, as I stripped I thought about the day that it happened. I stepped in, and just stood there letting the water as if it could wash away my troubles.
Flashback;
I had just finished a peanut butter sandwich granny had made me and was about to put my plate in the sink, when there was a knock on the door. "Yes, what is this about?" I heard granny ask as she opened the door. I peeked around the corner at the military clad man who was at our door, curiously. The man glanced up and for some strange reason I saw something like sympathy flash across his eyes as he whispered something in my grannies ear and ushered her outside and closed the door. Is it something bad? I wondered as I climbed on a stool to get a better look outside the window. My thoughts were answered in moments as the solider said something to granny and she made a wailing sound and then slowly sunk to the ground; the solider apologized and then walked away down the hill. "Granny!" I shouted throwing open the door and rushing to her side. I kneeled down beside her. "Granny why are you crying?" I asked with only innocence that a five year old had. She looked up at me and then pulled me into her arms stroking my hair gently. "Granny?" I asked confused. "Winry….do you know what the word death means?" she asked her voice quivering. "Umm….I'm don't think so?" I told her truthfully trying to remember where I had heard that word and what it meant. She sighed a few tears escaping her eyes. "Well…it means the time when something ends, for instance a life, and winry your parents' lives have…ended." She said softly pulling me closer. "I-I don't understand grandma, what do mean?" I asked genuinely curious. "Oh winry, I mean your parents…they aren't coming back, not ever, they were killed. That's what death means." She sobbed into me. Suddenly it all came together. "What! No, no that can't be true they only said they would be gone for a little while, no grandma bring them back, bring them back!" I said starting to cry. "I'm so sorry sweetie, I'm so sorry." She whispered hugging me tighter. "Bring them back!" I shouted, and then broke down into blubbering sobs as she gently rubbed my back.
I was shaken from my memory, when the shampoo fell down onto the floor with a loud clatter. I realized I had been crying as a few tears escaped from my eyes. I wiped them away as I turned off the shower. There would be time for that later, not now. I wrapped a towel around myself and wiped the evaporation off the mirror. The girl who looked back had lost her natural glow and looked sad. I sighed, it would be over soon. I slowly dressed in a yellow sun dress and brushed out my blonde hair and lastly put on a light jacket. When I walked out of the bathroom Ed was still sleeping, but now he was tangled up in the blankets. I smiled softly and went over to give him chaste kiss on the cheek. He stirred lightly but didn't wake up as I shut the door softly behind me. I walked down the hallway my feet dragging. When I got to the kitchen, the sink was leaking I'll have to fix that tomorrow, I then found what I was looking for. The pen was right next to the pad of paper where I had left it the night before. I scribbled down something short and then slipped on my shoes. I opened the door, it was still misty out but that wouldn't bother me, I quietly closed the door behind me.
Dear Edward,
I'll be back later.
Winry
When I got to end of the hill, I looked around and spotted the field with daises in it that me, Ed and Al used to play in. I smiled softly at the memory, as I walked toward the field and picked 12 daises. Mom's favorite number. I shook my head, I couldn't think about that! After I had wrapped the daises in a ribbon I walked out of the field and onto the road again. Only a mile to go.