Chapter 20 - Alone
He caught the pillow she tossed over in surprise, standing in the living room with a pile of unceremoniously dropped sheets on the arm of the couch.
"What happened to your spare room?" He asked.
Winry turned for the banister. "It's been filled," she didn't look back. "Goodnight."
Ed watched her climb the stairs to the second floor, ending the night's stilted exchange without another word. Alone with his suitcase, he stared at walls which had once offered such solace, eclipsed only by the girl within them.
A lump rose in his throat.
Somehow, he had ruined everything. Ruined Winry.