Stupid thumb. Stupid hammer. Stupid nails. And stupid shingle for not staying in place WHERE I WANTED IT TO-
Oops sorry. Guess I shoulda warned ya book. Winry swamped me with chores as soon as we got back. Like, for real couldn't she have waited more than a DAY to load me up?
Nope. Hence why I found myself balanced on the roof of her house one fine summer day repairing the roof of all things. I mean seriously this must be payback for being away for 5 years and all those times we didn't call ahead for repairs and the letters we never-uh...I mean I kinda forgot to write. Hey don't judge! I was busy most of the time!
What else could it be?
Anyway I wasn't paying attention and my thumb became a nail. Ouch. Everything's so much harder now that I can't use alchemy anymore. If I did, the roof would've been fixed in a flash of blue light. No need to bother with hammer and nails.
I waited till no one was watching before clapping my hands. Except when I put my palms to the shingles no light burst from them. Oh well. It was worth a try.
See it's times like this where I miss alchemy the most. It wasn't just a hobby or a favorite pastime. It was my life. There's a dull ache in my soul that I can't ignore. While I don't regret my decision, I feel incomplete. Al and Winry and alchemy formed a three-legged stool for my life and now one of them's gone. Just like my left leg. I can't sit on the stool anymore. I'm afraid it's gonna collapse.
Crap. I still haven't worked up the nerve to propose to her yet! I need to figure out some epic speech soon. I'm heading West to study how alchemy works there. Maybe I can cobble something together that won't make me sound like a complete socially awkward moron.
Ha ha.
I'm gonna sound like an idiot.
Aren't I?