When the Broken Glass Litters the Floor
Winry's eyes widened as the sound of shattering glass crashed into her head, the fog of two sleepless nights of automail repairs disappearing in an instant. The duster still clutched in her right hand, she glanced at the floor. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as she noticed a framed picture of the Elric family littered with shards of glass. She bent down and picked up the worn wooden frame, the loose glass raining to the floor like fallen stars.
"Is everything okay?!"
Ed stuck his head through the doorway into the parlor. Winry stood motionless - gazing at the damaged photograph with clouded eyes. Ed furrowed his brow and walked towards her. Without looking up, Ed noticed the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
"Winry?"
"I broke it…" she said with a sniffle.
"Hey, it's okay!" replied Ed, "We can get it fixed. It's no big deal!"
He gently pried the frame and duster from Winry's iron grasp.
"I'm so sorry Ed!" she sobbed, "I didn't mean to do it! I know how much it means to you…"
Ed smiled.
"Somebody obviously needs some sleep," he said while putting an arm around her shoulders, "Come on."
He slowly lead her towards her bedroom. Winry yawned and rubbed her eyes.
"What was it about sheep?" she asked groggily.
Ed shook his head.
"Love you, automail freak."