Reunion
Winry could see the train, the smoke pluming above it in a pillar of white. She shifted her weight to her left foot, her heart fluttering. It wasn't like they hadn't spoken. He'd sent letters, most of them with photos of his travels, and he'd gotten extremely good about calling.
The first few had been simply sentences and stories, updates on where he was and what he was dong, who he'd met and what he'd seen. They were little blessings, and the more time passed, the longer they seemed to talk. In his travels in Creta, they had telephones installed in rooms, making for a few calls that lasted late into the night.
They'd stayed extraordinarily close for people who were miles away, but that didn't stop how excited she felt at the idea of being able to see him in person again. She had a feeling he'd tease her for being so sappy, but Winry knew he was sappier. His letters were proof enough.
The train stopped with a low groan, and she fidgeted, folding her hands behind her back as she watched the doors open.
An older woman was the first to step off, and Winry watched with growing anxiety as people that weren't Ed filed out. Did she get the date wrong? Did he miss his train? If he made Winry hitch a ride all the way to the train station, only to miss his train and leave her waiting in her prettiest sundress for nothing, she'd kill him.
Her doubts faded when she saw him hop off the train onto the platform. It was obvious she saw him first, because Winry could see his grin widen as he approached her. Winry met him halfway, and he dropped his suitcase to catch her, laughing as he twirled her in a circle.
"I missed you. More than you know already." Ed murmured as he set her down, and Winry brushed his bangs back to kiss the corner of his mouth.
"I missed you too, you big sap."
