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Just so you know, this story just takes place in no certain time, so some information might be jumbled. I'll have the start of Winry and Ed romance in this chapter for you fan girls.
Thanks for reading!

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The air had warmed noticeably. Ed opened his eyes, studying the grave. 'Trisha Elric.' Hohenheim had said she was his only love, but in Ed's opinion he was full of it.

"You deserved better, mom…"

He raised his head to see a young woman in the white dress ending at her knees approaching. She offered an uncertain wave, knowing these moments were precious to him, yet he held up his human hand to signify his hello back, standing up to greet her.

They walked along side in silence, each mildly aware of each other's presence, comfortable not saying anything. Winry couldn't keep up with her heart beat, unable to say anything anyways. On those rare occasions that their arms bumped, she would blush and he would merely turn his head away, though had a shade of crimson brushing his cheeks as well.

It had been so long, Winry had forgotten how to talk to him.

"What, no wrench?"

It had been so long, in fact, she had almost forgotten how his voice sounded. In had lowered a few notches, tingles of sarcastic humor and fondness being the only thing she had to remember the past years.

"I figured you were injured enough," she retorted, a pout forming slightly. Al was right, she wouldn't get much thanks, though she had learned not to expect much anyways.

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine on my own."

This was a sore subject between them, but Winry couldn't help bringing it up. Why wouldn't he just get over himself? She would say it to his face, but her eyes had glossed over, so she answered softly, "I worry anyways."

The morning was at its climax, colors entwining and swirling, pinks to blues and oranges to purples. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, birds replying to each other in song, all adding to the melody Winry had never understood.

Metal against metal. The door bell. Birds singing. A heart beat.

"I like your hair this way."

Winry faced him slowly, self consciously touching her hair. She had been careless his morning, forgetting to put it up, and had left the styling of it to the wind. She shivered.

Warmth hit her numb shoulder. Red and black flashed in front blue eyes. She stared blankly.

"Take it."

"You're offering me your coat?"

He scoffed, shrugging off the importance, red again visibly tainting him at her bluntness. "You won't be able to fix my arm up in time if you're sick." When she didn't take it, he laid it on her shoulders, taking care to adjust it so it would stay on without grip until she came to her senses, and then kept walking.

Unconsciously Winry buried her face into it, months of work on automail resulting in pale skin slowly warming. Remembering something significant, she yelled after him the magic words.

"Hey, Ed… remember to drink your milk at breakfast!"