Many people have mentioned about what will happen when (if?) Ed returns. Well here is my look at these events. Excuse and cliches and such...I'm not good at romance writing.
The evening sun began to set in the summer sky. Oranges and pinks spread across the world outside her window. It filled her room with a warm glow that seemed to wrap her in a hug. Her hands were sore from so much work that day. She was thankful for her training and for the customers who travelled far to receive her auto-mail. Yet it meant she worked a lot more then she ever had.
Her heart was still unsure about auto-mail now. She still loved making it, but it was bittersweet. Auto-mail only helped to serve her memory of one she had lost. Lost in the most confusing of circumstance. It had occurred in a world far from her own, yet it had taken those most precious to her. Alchemy, equivalent trade, which was what they had learnt and that is what they had told her. Yet still she somewhat feared it. If truth be told she looked upon it with hateful eyes. It had taken them away from her back then and then history repeated itself.
There was one ounce of good in alchemy. It might bring Ed back if Al ever got to grips with it as well as his brother before him. Two years ago, Edward Elric had disappeared from her life…from this world. Al had returned as a 10 year old boy. That they would class as equivalent trade. She loved Al dearly, but he could never replace the hole on her heart reserved for Ed alone. Even after two years with no sign of him, she would not give up hope that they had not said their last goodbye.
Heading downstairs she sighed at the quiet house. Rose had moved away to live with Russell whom she had fallen for only months ago. Rose was easily swayed by people Winry had learnt. Russell had truly been a handsome boy when they had met and Rose was immediately captured by him. He had been captured by her. She was quite happy to be a mother and perhaps even a wife one day. She had bid a sorrowful farewell and departed.
Al was also still in Central. He had visited a couple of times during his training but never reported much. His spirit was weakening. He was still determined to find his brother, like Winry his heart could not let go, but the possibility of it ever happening were sliming fast. That determined sparkle in his eye was threatening to go out, the excitement in his voice now effort to keep alive.
Pinako looked at her granddaughter and sighed. Even in her smile there was so much pain. After two years she thought Winry would begin to let go but it had not been the case. She guessed the girl had fallen under the spell when she saw that blush. The glow on her cheeks was not so much one of embarrassment then one of final realisation. Ed was more than a brother to Winry now, but at the time had been too much of a child to notice. Pinako had caught her granddaughter looking up into the starts muttering promises to an invisible figure on many an occasion.
She stepped outside to smoke her pipe. The sky had grown dark and the stars and moon began to let off their light. The countryside was truly beautiful at night. No harsh artificial light, just the glow of the moon as she replaced the sun in the sky. The fields in view were dead…then a figure appeared. No, two figures appeared. The outline of Al running toward the house was so familiar it was pasted into her memory. The other person too rang a bell, like she knew him yet it wasn’t who she thought.
The usually calm elderly lady kept her cool. She wanted to call Winry but held herself back. After a moment, a figure stood over her. Although he was young his golden eyes showed wisdom beyond his years. His sunny hair still fell about his face as it always had but the braid was gone. His clothes were unusual but at that time it did not matter.
‘My my, were did my small one go to?’
Winry was thankful to take her overalls off and put her black skirt and white top on. She didn’t like being encased in her work all the time. She was packing her tools away when her door creaked open. Looking over her shoulder she saw a shadow she had seen many times in her dreams. She shrugged and looked away again.
She dropped her wrench on the floor. Her body froze up and she remained still. The shadow remained standing behind her. Her throat made an odd squeaking sound before she finally brought herself to turn around. Please do not let this be another dream, another trick of the light that had fluttered her heart many times before.
There he stood and there he remained. Her body began to shake as tears formed in her eyes. She had dreamed of this moment for so long now. She was unprepared for the mixture of shock and absolute joy that filled her heart and soul. She buried her face in her hands as hot, salty tears fell down her face. She had hurt so much yet she didn’t know what to do with herself. Only he could put her through this sort of pain and confusion. It had been going on for years and she had kept it to herself.
‘I hate you,’ she croaked, still hiding behind her hands. He did not respond.
She looked directly at him, ‘I hate you so much Ed,’ she yelled again before throwing her arms around his neck. Slowly his arms embraced the trembling figure holding desperately onto him. Her body jolted with sobs and she tried to put to the back of her mind that it may still not be real.
‘Winry,’ he whispered into her hair, ‘I’m here to stay.’
All she did was cry. He stroked her hair until the beast in her was calm. It was something he should have done many times before for the peace that it also brought upon him.
Thank-you for reading.