Ah, this is my first attempt at fanfiction. Feel free to tell me how badly it sucks. I based it off a song that I really think portrays Winry. The song is called "Birds and Boats", look it up sometime.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any part of it—though I can dream
Dear Ed,
Six months pasted. Six months do not seem long when you have waited years.
Resembool's fields grow no longer green; the tree's sways no longer dance; children's laughs no longer cheer. Everything has lost a touch of bliss. Grandma continues work, and gives me work, but even that isn't the same as before. I'm not working to be better for when you come back. I'm working, just to work.
Six months is not that long compared to the years that I waited for your return, but six months was all it took for my soul to give up hope.
I cannot be gloomy by this realization. No, losing hope is not as anguished as gossiped. Losing hope is relieving. I don't wait around for you anymore. I have finally come to terms that you aren't coming back this time. I won't be waiting for years like I did in the past, holding onto hope as I did. You have crossed to the other side for good. Roy has explained to me that in painful detail. He wants me to lose hope, and I see now why. Losing hope sets you free.
I am writing this letter to you, but not to you. I don't even know if you read my letters from before, but this letter you will certainly never receive. When I write, I have to write to you. I cannot help doing so. I have written to you and only you since I was little. Habits die hard, as they say.
I am writing this vain letter to you in the mist of midnight. The stars are shining above my head, and the moon gives a vague light for me to guide my hand. I think how you are my star. Oh, I don't mean that you shine in my sky but, more of I hide you in darkness, as though I am your night, holding you, my star. I realize now that I have always been your night, you sky, and I've selfishly kept you amongst me. I protected you in silly attempts, like fixing your automail or shoving a glass of milk down your throat. But now I see, you were meant to be a shooting star that would sky rocket to another galaxy someday. A place where you could be free, a place that allowed you to grow, a place far from Resembool, because I know that Resembool kept you tightly held. And this scared me until now. I can move on though, because you have left your star dust to remember you by.
I lived to make you shine, but now that you've shined my sky so bright that it could no longer contain you, you had to leave. I like to think that you found our departing just as sad as I found it. However, you're with Alphonse, so I can't fathom that you are lonely. I can only imagine a smile on your face as you two can travel together in the unknown land. Amestris was even too small for you.
Though this letter can never be mailed to you, I still like to think that you will receive it and read it three times over. I use to like to think the same when I sent you letters when you traveled as a State Alchemist, but I was never sure you would even receive my letters. I hope you receive this letter, wherever you are, and smile just a little more to know that I'm here thinking of you—even if I am no longer waiting for you to return.
With Love,
Winry Rockbell
PS- Did I forget to mention? I love you.