A young blonde girl- somewhere in her early twenties- stood over a gravestone that was part of a small cemetery.
Winry Rockbell- that was her name- kneeled down slowly and placed two small, white flowers out of the light woven basket she was holding before the grave. She sighed lightly as the playful wind ruffled her hair and moved one of the flowers off to the left of the grave. The girl gently moved the flower back next to the other. Her clear blue optics scanned over the name carved into the small stone; Pinako Rockbell, it read. That was the young woman's grandmother. Winry's parents had died when she was very small; they were doctors in the Ishbalan war. Granny Pinako had raised her, and when the small girl grew older, she helped the elder woman run their small auto-mail shop. When her best childhood friends- the Elric brothers- tried to revive their dead mother and it tragically failed, Edward had to receive auto-mail.
During those days, she would always wish that Ed and his brother actually stayed a while, instead of popping in for a day or to with totally broken up bodies. The blonde always worried about them; she always wondered what kind of lives they led, and what kind of danger they were putting themselves into. Now, the young woman forced herself to admit that there was another reason she wanted them to come back and actually stay for a while; she was in love with Edward. And Winry could only admit it silently to herself, even though it wouldn't matter if she screamed it to the heavens, for Ed wasn't there anymore. He was in a distant place called Germany. The blonde wasn't sure where that was, but she knew that he could not be reached by plane, by car or by phone.
Sighing again at her misfortunes, Winry stood from her kneeling position and looked to the grave adjacent to the one she stood before; Trisha Elric it read. The young takumi walked swiftly to it and placed a flower from her basket before the stone. Sometimes, the girl wondered if Trisha was watching over Ed and Al; if she knew where they were and what they were doing. If she was watching, then Winry hoped the woman would keep them both safe.
There was one more flower left in Winry's small basket. The girl turned and headed for the gate of the small cemetery. She paused right before leaving and looked to the stone that was right near the exit. This one wasn't a grave. 'In memorial of the lost boy; Edward Elric'. She turned and took the last few steps to be in front of it. Winry could have placed the remaining white flower before the memorial but she did not. After all, Edward wasn't buried there. 'He's somewhere…out there.' She thought, looking towards the sky. The girl took the flower from the basket and lifted it for the wind to carry away. On cue, the breeze picked up and lifted the flower up and slowly away. The blonde girl watched the flower go higher, farther and finally out of her sight.
Winry turned and walked away. She honestly believed that the flower would some how, some day reach him. But for now, at the very least it was now like him; lost.