I was running one day, and this idea came up. Running is hard, but I keeping going at it – though my inspiration isn't nearly one such as, shall I say motivating as Winry's.
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Floundering in the cold, feeling so hot and broken at the same time. Willowy clouds of breath, sweat and rain stiffening limbs, numb with desperation.
It was a nightmare.
It was with Winry endured.
Every morning, before Pinako awoke, she would run amongst the weather. Dew soaked her feet, yet she continued with endurance of the opposite gender.
Her footsteps echoed against the pebble roads, one step pleading for her to stop, another chanting, 'just one more step, one more day…'
Then she would see him.
No one had any idea what was going on, mind the ranting choruses of passing birds and startled storekeepers, each bending to get a better look.
She wasn't doing it for them. She didn't care what people whispered.
'One more step…'
Maybe it she got strong enough Ed would let her come with him to Central City and let her help him.
It would take some luck, but maybe…
They would be together.
For now, she could only train.