Miss Pastel Here and a Winry x Edward story below! The chapters will inevitably get longer as the story progresses. (In this section there is no explicit content; however that may change in the upcoming chapters)
"Damn it…Damn it….DAMN IT!" One simple mistake, one quick splash and one Elric brother covered in mud. My body is wrenched from exhaustion and my once bright red cover is tarnished to a shade of dark maroon. Both arms burn as I pull myself up from the muddy puddle surrounding me. The sound of rain emanates through the land and I struggle, yet again, to regain my balance. Trenching through muddy trails armed with only one leg, a cane, and no dignity I begin the journey to meet my maker. That being my limb maker of course, Winry.
I can envision the flaring nostrils and red tinged eyes awaiting my return with no auto-mail leg. Shattering my auto-mail has become a frustrated norm for both Winry and I throughout the years. Cane in hand I continue to hop my way back to the one home I have left. My thoughts swirl around my last conversation with Winry. These thoughts start amassing to become merely a plethora of questions in a sea of no answers. Is she still willing to be with me? Did and will she really wait for a person like me all these years? Cast away into the current of my own emotions I grasp onto the clear answers. I don't have doubts about loving her. I know that truth and I feel it in every ounce of my body. The cycle of life only goes in one direction and I pray that those directions for Winry and me meet together.
"oh shit", I abruptly exclaim as I ungracefully plunged head first into another muddy puddle.
"Eyes and thoughts on the road", I whimper to remind myself or at this rate I won't make it to Winry at all.
Hey welcome! I already have more chapters written out they are just in the editing stages. This story already has a written out plot and will be finished to the end. I hope you enjoy these next few chapters with me!