Warmth
The Lost Paper
It was already dark by the time Winry had finished eating dinner. The topics she talked with Aunt Pinako during dinner had completely changed during the past two years. Before Edward's disappearance, she usually brought up topics of how Ed's automail would be damaged and how to fix it, how Al would react to finding Ed's body, or rather, ex-body, on the ground, and what progress they made during their journey. However, after the incident, Aunt Pinako only brought up the dinner topics, which mainly was about automail, and not about the state alchemist. This was probably because of Aunt Pinako's worry about Winry. The fact that Winry believed that Ed haven't died yet made Pinako extremely worried. The younger Rockbell would spend hours on end in the alchemist's room looking at his possessions, hoping to discover something that would lead to the alchemist's whereabouts.
Winry slowly came out of Ed's room carrying a piece of paper in her hand. It was crumpled and looked like it was several years of age. Its edge was torn; probably Winry's doing, to rip it out of a notebook. She opened the door to her room and set the paper on her desk. She took the locket out of her pocket and put it in a drawer. Winry hadn't worn it yet, since Aunt Pinako might throw a thousand questions at her. She closed the drawer, unaware that the piece of paper had fallen on the floor. She changed her clothes and then went to sleep.
The crumpled paper lay on the floor, exposing the words on it. Bits and parts of the sentence were smudged by dirt and eaten out by insects, but it was still partially readable.
The Gate...ior city……. .. heim……….ho…..lus
A/N: I know that this is short. A longer chapter will be written soon. Always, Winry.