Valentine's Day
Grumbling and stretching his sore limbs, Ed surveyed the quaint, little village where he'd rented a room for Valentine's Day. It had been ages since he'd been on a train like that and he was stiff from the hour-long ride.
The town was covered in a blanket of snow, still undisturbed at this early hour. There were rickety wooden fences running past the houses and miles of pasture beyond them. It reminded Ed so much of Risembool that it made his heart ache.
Turning to Winry, Ed asked quietly, "So, do you like it?"
The town was covered in a blanket of snow, still undisturbed at this early hour. There were rickety wooden fences running past the houses and miles of pasture beyond them. It reminded Ed so much of Risembool that it made his heart ache.
Turning to Winry, Ed asked quietly, "So, do you like it?"