Hello!
This is my first ever one shot, drabble, fanfiction, piece of writing, or however you want to call it. Lately, I've found myself obsessed with fanfiction - specifically, FMA fanfiction - and decided I want to try and torment these characters too. I must admit, writing is hard as hell (especially when your creativity died a long time ago), but I still had fun creating this thing. It's not good at all, but I hope you like it.
Timeline: a few days after that whole fiasco that was the ending of the first anime
Pairing: EdWin
Disclaimer: Arakawa owns all.
She opens her eyes and her breath catches in her throat.
She opens her eyes and there's only one small boy walking down the road instead of two, like there always is. At first, she can't believe what she sees, because the boy has sandy hair and gray eyes and isn't a giant suit of armor (theydidit), and that makes her heart swell with happiness. Then she blinks, looks again, and all the happiness is gone. Because there's only one boy on the road, not two, and she hates knowing what that means. He's gone. Tears well up in her eyes. She will never see him again. The tears start falling down her cheeks, and she doesn't stop them, she doesn't even want to.
Because that means no more once-a-freaking-decade visits, because it broke again, sorry about that, Win. No more sheepish smiles, followed by pained yelps caused by an accurately thrown wrench. No more throwing wrenches - she doubts any of her other customers would ever demolish their automail to such a degree. No more trashed automail. No more three or more all-nighters in a row.
No more temper tantrums. No more speeches about why milk is the worst thing that has ever happened to humanity. No more short jokes, and yelling about said jokes, because I'm not short, damn it! No more cocky grins. No more friendly squabbles and alchemy freaks and grease monkeys. No more secrets - after all, if he's gone (pleasebewrongpleasebewrongplease), he can't have any anymore.
No more sad, small smiles and amber eyes looking at her wistfully when he thinks she isn't looking. No more adorably red cheeks when she comes too close. No more long hair she wants to run her fingers through. No more awkward hugs. She thinks she might miss these the most - it's always so funny when he freezes for a few moments, not knowing what to do.
No more unsaid words. She will never get to say I love you. She will never get to hug him, tell him how proud of him she is, thank him for getting Al his body back (shecanseethetearsonhisfacefromhereohgod). She will never get to watch him grow older. She will never get to kiss him.
She curses usually infallible intuition and again prays that she's wrong.
Well, that's that. I'm sorry this was so emo, but I've always liked stories that focus on Winry's point of view - and let's be real, she definitely cried when Al came home alone, so this had to be angsty. Once again, I hope you like it.
Oh, and you can review if you'd like. Flame me or offer constructive criticism, everything will be appreciated!