A/N: My first shot at an EdwardxWinry story. X3;; Sorry if it's bad.

Dedicated to my bestest buddy Colie, who's been going through a tough patch, lately. I just want her to know that she isn't cursed, and even if she WAS I still love her unconditionally.

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Ah, sunset.

Generally associated with peace and tranquillity, it is Winry Rockbell's favorite time of day. The customers who were still rejuvenating from their various operations were asleep in the guest room, Pinako was on the back porch smoking, probably thinking about something and petting Den subconsciously. Winry, on the other hand, was on the patio outside her door, leaning on the white railing which separated her from a long drop.

She stood with her elbow propped on said railing, her head leaning on her palm as she watched the pale blue sky fall to reveal orange, yellow, red, purple, and the beautiful colors of the sunsets in their little town of Rizembool. She did this every night. To think, to reflect, to remember..Afterwards, when the sun was sufficiently below the horizon, and she needed a lamp inside in order to see, then she would go and make dinner.

Every night, as she thought, there was always a looming hope, dangling in her mind like a string, that someone would show up on that horizon. Maybe accompanied by a much large figure, hopefully accompanied by another boy. She would always sit and wait until it was dark for them, make dinner, then come back to wait. Eventually, she would fall asleep, gazing up at the bright moon, untouched by the harsh, florescent streetlights, haze of gas, or noise of sirens. Just the quiet, almost shy, chirping of the crickets as they sang their melodies throughout the night.

People wondered why she waited all day for those boys to return. Why she didn't go to school just like the other children in their small town, and why she didn't just..live a normal life. Without them. Whenever someone asked her this, Winry would give a little smile, her eyes turning a bit sad. Slowly, she would explain, "Because if I stopped waiting, who would be there to greet them when they do return?" When they would ask her why she cared, that they had left her, she should forget them, she would give another little smile and shrug in response.

So, it would repeat every night. She would finish her work for the day and watch the sun set, clinging to the small hope that one day, her Edward would come back for good, and together, they could sit- maybe on this same patio, in this same very spot, leaning in the exact same way- and watch the sunset together.

But this time, Winry wouldn't have to worry about her boys coming home.