- Hi guys. Gosh, it's been a while. Please accept my humble apologies. A friend of mine died from cancer a week after my last submission, and with her died my will to write be creative. But I've decided I'm going to finish this, for her. Nisee-Nisee, all of these Drabbles are forever dedicated to you. 3 -
35. Feel.
"Your hair is so soft…" Ed's wondering tone had Winry glancing up at him.
"Well, yeah. I wash and brush it every day." She said with a smile. "I'm sure yours is just as soft."
"No, yours is softer." He replied, a peculiar look on his face.
Winry lifted off his lap, long hair falling over her shoulder in a golden curtain. "What brought this on?" she asked, twisting to face him.
Ed smile at her and wove the fingers of his newly returned hand in her hair. "Nothing, really; it's just been a while since I've felt anything with this hand."
Winry scooted back to sit next to him. She took his hand from her hair. "I missed this," she said, lacing her fingers with his.
"Me too," Ed replied, bringing their entwined hands to his lips.