Cheesy attempt at...poetry? idk just like writing as Winry.
I don't own Winry or FMA
The night sky called to Winry. The stars danced, and the moon shone
brightly. She was warm in her room and although her mattress was
scratchy and her blanket was barely big enough for her she couldn't
complain. the beauty outside her window and her physical discomfort
paled in comparison to her worry. where were they? were they safe? warm?
together? sometimes it overwhelmed her: the fear and the worry. They
were always in danger. it was terrible and the feeling of helplessness
she felt while they were away never eased up. Not knowing hurt her more
than a rough mattress. worry called louder than the night. Longing beat
in her heart a continuous tune of Elric.
hehe hope you liked it :3