Flava Sava: hands you a tissue Same can be said for Roy also. Someone have to keep him working.
Chapter Twenty Six:
First rain of the season.
Hot, sticky, and humid as the young girl walked off of the train. Yes, it felt like it was going to rain. Maybe just a drizzle or a downpour, she didn't quite know herself. She stood outside as the rain started to pour onto her face. All the sorrow and pain she felt, it would take a lot more than this.
She slowly made her way home as her grandmother sat on the porch
"Winry, I see you made back safely."She said as she smoked her pipe. Winry nodded in response.
"They're not returning are they?" Pinako finally broke the silence as Winry held a weak smile. One Pinkos many sixth's sense coming to play.
"That's a question I can't answer."Sadly enough, she knew they'll never return again.
First rain of the season as she looked up. The liquid flowing freely as she forces herself to think happily. Regrets, what ifs, and sorrow is all it's bring. Slowly cleaning away her sins as the rain stops.