FULLMETAL ROMANCE

Couple of this Fic - WinryXEd

Dramatic. Don't like, Don't read.

Another year, and three hundred, sixty five letters, that were left unreplied. She knew he was always working, she knew that he could be dead. But she also knew that he could be alive, there was still a chance that he would come back for her. He told her he cared, but he could've been lying just as well as he could have been telling the truth. Her mind wandered to thinking what he was doing at this exact moment, what he looked like now, and if he had grown.

She sat down to her oak desk and started to write another letter, telling him that she missed him and still loved him after a year, even if he didn't respond to her letters. He could be stationed anywhere in the world, there was no way to be sure if he was even getting her letters. That didn't stop her from writing to him every single day. The first few weeks she worried that he wasn't responding and didn't love her, but now she was writing the letters more for herself, as if to convince her that he cared for her and would like to hear. Her memory hadn't faded of him, for the year, because inside the silver locked she kept around her neck, was a picture of him.

Not once had his golden eyes faded from her memory, nor has his voice become merely a whisper. She could remember hims as if he had just been there the day before, as if he was never gone at all. Sometimes that's what she convinced herself, but she would never, put that in one of her letters. If she told him she had even the slightest doubt, that he wasn't coming home, maybe he would be angry. The last thing she wanted was to make him angry.

With perfect script, she put his first and last name on the cream envelope, sealing her comforts inside, she kissed the very tip of the fold. And like everyday, she ran downstairs and swung open the door to go outside to the mailbox. It was raining hard, but she didn't mind, she'd only be out there for a few moments. Holding the letter close to her chest, to protect the ink, she ran as fast as she could to the mailbox. After she could hold the letter in the mailbox, she could see that it had barely smudged, and wasn't really wet. Not the same thing could be said for her, though. Her clothes were soaking through, but she didn't care. She only looked out down the muddy path, and hoped that one day, he would be walking down it once again. Turning around, she leaned her back on the cold metal mailbox, not that it'd matter, she couldn't get anymore wet.

"When are you coming home?" She whispered to herself, hoping her tears would be washed away with the rain. A cold hand touched her shoulder, and she heard the mailbox open. Immediately, she turned to see, none other then him, holding a letter in his hand.

"For me?" He asked. She slung her arms around his neck, and buried herself in his jacket, ignoring her tears.

"I missed you." He said into her ear, she tightening her grip.

"You didn't write . . ." She asked for something confirming a reason.

"I've only gotten one letter." He said. She looked up to him.

"Which one?" He held out his hand, showing the letter that she had just put into the mailbox. "Why, how many did you send?"

"Enough." She said laughing, as he walked her back into the house. The letters may have been lost in the mail, but it didn't matter anymore. The only thing that did was that he had finally come home.