I looked outside and got this story. Did the first few paragraphs before coming up with the ending, and everything from there on was pretty simple. Do they celebrate Easter in Amestris? I wasn't sure, but its years after the birth of Christ, so whatever. There's so many different ways on spelling Resembool, and I've been avoiding writing about it because of that reason. You reviewers have been really nice lately, and I thank you for that! So, excuse me for begging, but please review!
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Spring was a time for apprehending in the discreet lair of Winry's domain – wrenches, screws, metals and notes stacked high on wooden desks and in chaotically arranged bins and drawers, but cluttered appearance aside, this is where most of her thinking took place.
Whether it be absent glances out the window, groggy stares at the wall while jotting down automail designs, or a sigh of reminiscence given while surveying a picture of her childhood, Winry could spend hours concluding her year. Spring was the time to start a new, clear her conscious and wipe her fears away with a smile, and draw a resolution to show everyone what a Rockbell could attain.
The weather had no intentions on agreeing to her logic, however, as the rain cast a sorrow over the town of Resembool; a heavy sheet of salt-less tears from the heavens readying the world for rebirth.
It wasn't until after Easter that the armor and State Alchemist along the worn roads and into her sight. Edward offered her a clumsily wrapped smile, almost apologetically, as if knowing what would come next.
For he had spent enough time around Winry to know what her wrench would never leave her side, and the argument following was as good a stalker as ever.
April showers would always bring her May flowers, if she had faith.