One Hundred Words, One Hundred Moments
Disclaimer: Owning Fullmetal Alchemist is something I only wish to do. But I do not own it.
Author's Note: Dedication and determination combine to create something beautiful.
Sheet Music
The sheet music, when he found it, looked easy enough to play. He had only attempted to play the piano a couple of times when he was younger, and even then, only got as far as learning the notes. But with enough practice, he was sure that he could learn this.
It took him several days of nonstop practice when Winry was out, but after a while, he felt confident in his skills. And so he brought her into the piano room, to show her the secret he had been keeping the past few days.
When his fingers gently began to move over the keys, tears sprang to her eyes. Ed had done it again, giving her a gift unlike any other. She smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned back into her chair to listen carefully to their song.