Tears that will never dry

[grassangel]

Title: Tears that will never dry
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst, Romance
Characters/Pairings: Winry, Ed, Al
Day/Theme: Nov. 3 'my pillow won't tell me where he has gone'

Note: I honestly don't know what pairing this is supposed to be.

 

They were cold, lonely nights.
Nights where his absence was a cold heavy presence, lead on her head and heart.

Wind whistles through the forge's chimney, a lone plaintive sound mirroring the echo in her own heart.

He was gone again. Gone on another mission to find his brother and to bring him back. Gone on another of one of those useless missions.
Or at least, that was what everyone else had told him, her.

Metal glints in stray moonlight, grotesque forms prototypes for increased movement, speed, malleability, strength. Useless prosthetics that have no use, simply spare arms and legs.

Winry rolls over, hooking her own flesh arm under her pillow, resting her head on both.
His presence was absent, the other's sparing.
She enjoyed the presence of one, but yearned the other.

Burning eyes are pressed into fresh smelling cotton. Was it always to be like this? Effectively losing both of the ones she loved?
She blinks into her pillow; questions bounding through her head, whispered past the fibres.

"Where are you? Will you come back to me? Or will you come back for him?"
Nothing stirs, nothing replies to her questions.

Her tears burn through the pillow, wet questions that will never dry.