I'm
sorry if I'm going a little out of character! I don't really have
an excuse, since I've seen all fifty-one episodes and the movie in
the last four days so it should be fresh in my mind, but I'm still
new to writing about them.
Oh, and if
you're thinking 'Winry would never think like that,' - if she
didn't, it wouldn't be much of a romance story, would it now?
Sorry for the short chapter. Reviews are greatly appreciated,
thanks in advance!
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Winry woke up to the sound of silence. It took her a moment to recall yesterday's events, and once she did she became distraught with the fact that Ed was injured, then her cheeks grew hot at the thought of him being home.
'Ed…'
The last time she had seen him had been prior almost two years.
Combing a hand through her hair, she frowned at her reflection in her bedside mirror. Choosing clothes was unusually difficult, though in the end she went with a plain white cotton dress. The sunrise was already shyly creeping over her window frame, emitting a golden orange glow over her bedspread. As if lava was lurking wherever its beams touched, Winry close the door behind her at its appearance and started to the kitchen.
The smell of breakfast rendered her bliss, realizing for the first time how hungry she was.
When she tactfully admitted the room, she was only to find Alphonse petting a happy Den. Her gaze wandered the room, mood drooping at her conclusion. "Al? Where's Ed?"
Alphonse rose his glance, leaving Den to question the abrupt stopping of the attention. "I believe he went to mother's grave. He said he'd be back before breakfast."
Winry let out a groan. "I should have known he'd never miss a meal. I'll be back in a while, Al. I'm worried about him."
Though the sky was warm with pinks and yellows, the air was still brisk and dew drops decorated the fields. Winry held rubbed her arms furiously, determined to get some reasoning with the senseless alchemist.
