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Author's notes: An incredibly fast update, to my standards at least. Actually, this is an original piece, modified to fit them. Sappier than the original too, so yay for fluff. I want to thank you all for all your wonderful reviews, they really do make me happy. Remember to review if you like what you read. Enjoy!
Waiting
11.04.2005
The town sleeps harmoniously, the sweet tunes of the night lulling every single creature to sleep until a storm finally breaks and the water brims from the clouds, falling heavily over the pasture and the rooftops of the small country houses.
Winry sighs as she closes the window and overlooks outside through it with tired eyes. The rain pounds the ground as the wind thumps against the window glasses and it roars with such ferocity that can be compared to a beast's cry. The rain pours harder, and the girl's chest clenches with each passing second. Anticipation, trepidation… She has never liked thunderstorms.
She hates being such a crybaby, but the fear causes the feeling of nausea to well up in her throat. She hasn't been sleeping properly, if the slightly puffy eyes are any indicative, and the roars in the sky only make her grow anxious. Winry's gentle, sapphire eyes are glazed over with an unreadable emotion.
It's been too long already... Ed had promised he'd return soon.
Her hand falls over the moistened crystal, her palm leaving a mark and a trail as a single drop of water runs down the window.
The blonde sits quietly in the old chair, pulling the blanket closer around her and willing herself to go to sleep. But she can't. She is waiting for someone. She always does.
When Ed knocks the door at two AM, she nearly trips over the stairs and rushes to the door to open it. The first thing his automail mechanic and childhood friend does when he stands in front of her, dripping wet and carrying his brown suitcase, is to knock him out almost literally with a left punch. Winry scolds him, hot tears pooling in her eyes, and then envelopes him in a death hug.
Hesitantly holding her back, dropping the suitcase as he does, Edward forgets about the long train ride and twenty minutes down the road under the heavy weather just to see her.
And the storm seems to stop for them.