Second part! Yep. Nothing much more to say. I'm not very fond of this story, by the way. And yes, Ed is no romantic.
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"Winry! You have mail from the pipsqueak!"
The morning sun glared at the tousled hair of the blue eyed teenager, her gown strap resting at her shoulder and orbs flickering out stray pieces of sleep. "Mail… from Ed?"
Her feet brushed along the worn carpet as she stumbled down the stairs, adjusting to the new information. It had been far too long since she had received news from Ed, unless it was an emergency.
This logic made her momentary worrying worse.
The script for the letter was hurried and there were some spelling errors, but the formal military paper and mark of approval bleached the front, demanding respect.
Winry;
When I will come back, I do not know. But as long as you are waiting and I have somewhere to go to, Al and I will keep moving on.
In the past things were carefree, but in the military I have a purpose. I would visit more if I weren't so busy, you know that.
Not a day passes that I don't think about you. I'm trying to keep my automail in good condition, but I may have to stop by soon for a check-up. You're not just my mechanic, you're my secret weapon.
Right now we're about to leave to Lior because of an anonymous hint, but one day, Win, you won't have to wait anymore.
You are someone I will never abuse, Winry. I'll make you mine. Remember that, and one day, I promise I'll come home for good. Please keep waiting for a little longer.
-Ed
A warm spray of pink had dotted her cheeks upon finishing this. 'I'll make you mine.' She knew from the format that it was a reply to the poem she had wrote him, but how had he gotten it?
She gave Den a questioning look, but all the dog could offer were a whimper and a tilting of her head indicating a wanted pat.
Pinako let out a small chuckle from behind the sheets she was hanging. Judging by the growing red on her granddaughter's face and she looked over the letter again, maybe she would get grandchildren sooner then she had expected.
Who would have known that little letter she had mailed would make such an impact?