A/N: Okay, yeah…This one was kinda weird…(Winry's POV)
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. But I do own a phone. Yup.
It Gets To You
After a while, it gets to you. You know the waiting? You'd think after a while I would get used to it by now. Hah, you're wrong. Just when I get used to waiting for him, he comes and then leaves again. That makes it even harder. Sometimes I would just sit in my room and just stare at the phone. Maybe at least three to four hours a day, but not all at one time. Why would I wait though? He only calls when he needs repairs. Have I ever gotten a "Oh hi Winry, how are you?" No I haven't. It's always "Oops, sorry but I broke my automail." Careless. I work so hard for him, yet all I get in return is "I busted it, fix it." I worry. I worry about him, and I tell him that. What do I get in response? "Why? Don't worry about me." Why?
He asks why.
Maybe I'm not being rational enough with him. Yeah that's it. But what could I possibly say that would make him understand? Sometimes I feel as though I'm talking to a wall. No a scrap of metal. That sounds better. You may think it's easy to talk to him, but it's not. Sure we can argue and I can hit him…hard, but it still doesn't matter. Even when I try to just sit down and talk with him, he always gives me this look. It's hard to describe. When I ask him something, for example "When are you leaving?" he'll just stare for a moment. His face is so emotionless. It seems that's always my question. When? That would be my biggest worry. I think the longest time he had stayed was about a good three or four short days. I hate it when he leaves. It kills me. Kills me because he's going back off to find something that may not even exist, and that he is putting himself in danger…again.
Do I think too much? Yeah I do, huh? But no matter how hard I try to stop, it doesn't work. I've tried everything. I've tried reading some books on new automail techniques. But the reading always gets me thinking about him again and how much of a bookworm he is. I try walking. The worst idea ever. Don't try to walk it off and thinking it will clear your head. It only gets you thinking more.
He can be so cold sometimes. I can show him that I care a lot about him, well try to, and I get the response "Whatever." What is that? I wonder what would happen if I lied and said I was dying of a deadly illness that I cought somehow. Would he say 'whatever' then? I would hope not. He can be so difficult, too. I can't even begin to explain that one. I say one thing he thinks it means another. Then I have to fight and argue with him to get it straight.
Even after a fight he has another kind of look. This one is much different then the one where I ask him a question. The look a little kid has when he has skuffed up his knee from running and tripping. A small pout, with a little anger from being so careless. Sometimes that look just makes me want to break down in tears and hold him. Edward Elric, being comforted? No that will never happen. He won't let anyone touch him, let alone hold him. Come to think of it, I can't even remember the last time he was held. Oh wait, yes I can. Three years ago by his mother.
What's this? Phone call?
Should I pick it up? It's him isn't it? I can tell by Granny's voice.
…
Well I guess I should answer it. I don't wait for anything.