His Eyes
Winry's POV
They always said his eyes were full of determination but I could see there was alot more than that. I could see there was sadness and pain.
When we were kids we didn't have a care in the world. We laughed and played innocently. After their transmutation I knew he was different. I could tell by the look of his eyes. They had lost their shine. They were replaced with guilt, pain, and determination. But over the years I saw there was something growing inside. Hope. Hope that him and and his brother would get their original bodies. Sometimes I would give up hope for them but whenever I saw those golden eyes of his it would make my hope come back. If he could be strong enough so could I.
Whenever they come back to the house I yell at him for breaking my precious automail but I mentally start screaming at myself for in the end it's my fault that that it's broken. That I didn't make it strong enough for him and the dangers of the military. He doesn't know how I feel when he doesn't tell me what happened to them. But his eyes can sometimes tell me everything. But I hope that one day I can finally return the special shine of his eyes.
That's one of my most personal wishes I really hope come true. And one day i'll make sure he's happy.