Tick Tock

AngolMoaChan

MY FMA PLOT BUNNY! IT LIIIIIIIIVES! XD

FMA so doesn't belong to me. ;-;

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Tick tick

She likes to imagine that the rhythmic sounds of the pocketwatch are in tune with his heartbeat, thanks to some type of amazing machinery. It makes her feel better knowing that if the watch is always ticking, than he is still living.

Tick tock

Still being Edward. Still being an idiot. Smiling, Winry pulls the silver pocket watch out from under her pillow and clicks it open with a press of a button--Feh, as if Edward's alchemy could ever stand up to her mechanical skills--allowing the gleaming white face to be read in the moonlight.

Tick tock.

12:30 AM, it says. She wonders if it's 12:30 in the morning wherever he is, off in that parallel world he never bothered to tell her about. She also wonders if he misses his watch.

Tick Tock.

And her. She really wonders if he misses her. Cause she misses him. A lot.

Sighing, Winry shuts the watch and sets it back under her pillow. Carefully, she latches the belt hook around her finger, and falls asleep

Tick tock

Winry likes to imagine that she's laying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, not the tick tock of a pocket watch.

Tick tock.