Introspection
Winry loved the quiet times when she could sit and tinker on automail for hours on end. It was a comfort for her, a time where, if she tried hard, she could pretend that everything was normal. It was a time when she didn't worry about Ed and Al.
She knew it was false, that it was more wishful thinking than anything else. In truth it was the only place where she knew she wouldn't be disturbed.
But, today was...different. She was agitated, she was upset, the room was no longer the safe haven she craved. She had a bad feeling something bad was going to happen.
So when the phone rang, she wasn't surprised, despite the fact that this was the first time the ring of the phone had penetrated her walls of comfort.
She knew without even answering the phone that something bad had happened. She wondered who she had almost, and even possibly had (though she didn't want to think of that aspect of it), lost.
She felt a fleeting moment of sadness that the first question out of her mouth when Aunt Pinako showed up in the door way was "Are they still alive?"
A.N. - This is the second drabble I've written and I think it turned out well. If you have any requests, either for a pairing or just a drabble about a character tell me and I'll see what I can do. Hope you enjoyed reading. Please R&R.