Hey everyone! Nana here running it solo. I felt left out that Lina was doing all of the writing so I decided I wanted to get some action too. Of course it's nothing like Family of Automail but it's just a little something to let you guys know I'm still alive. Well here it goes.
Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, I wouldn't have to write a disclaimer now would I?
(Hope Lina didn't use that one. Hate to be caught copying UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE! clears throat gomen)
The Letter
Again he stared down at the blank piece of paper on the desk in front of him. He looked despairingly at the trashcan overflowing with wadded up attempts at his confession.
Since when did writing a letter become so hard? He had written plenty of letters of Winry before. So this one shouldn't be any different.
But it was.
He was tired of holding it all in. He didn't want to have all of these emotions bottled up inside. The joy, the butterflies, the longing, the pain. Holding it all in made him fell hallow.
So many things would come after this letter. The awkward moments, the long silences, all the things he couldn't bear. How would his brother react? Would he feel betrayed? He and Winry had always been so close. Would he be hurt? They shared everything, but he couldn't share this.
Attempting to swallow the fear, he lifted his pen with an unsteady metal hand and began to write:
Dear Winry,
I've know you all my life and you have always been there when my brother and I needed you the most. I'll always treasure what you've done for us. I'm sorry we always left you out. We didn't want you to suffer like we were. I didn't want you to suffer. The pain we bear, you should never have to carry the ugly scar.
I want us to be whole again. To be normal again. Sometimes I get sick and tired of all this running around and chasing the illusive stone, and I just want to give up. A part of me is longer for the home I miss, but I can't go back until we've finished what we've started. If we ever do.
I want to go home Winry, but not for the ashes that was once our home. I want to come home to you. I love you, Winry. I wish I could say it to you in person, but I don't think I could ever do it. Not even in a letter.
Maybe one day, Winry, I'll give this to you. Until then, I'll love you all the same.
He folded the letter neatly and placed it inside an envelope. After scratching his name on the front, he placed the pen down with a heavy sigh. He reached to his chest and opened up the suit of armor, carefully tucking the letter into a safe place. He closed it, but left his hand over where his heart should have been.
'Maybe one day, Winry,' Al thought to himself. 'I'll be able to tell you without the letter.'
Well hoped you like it. If not, read Automail and Family. Lina loves reviews!