winryofresembool:

Happy birthday @randomlyopeneddictionary​!! I was planning to draw for you at first, but then I saw @drrockbell‘s beautiful (and sad) fic and decided that I wanted to write down Ed’s thoughts as well. And since I know you like LCMTI, I thought why not. I imagine Ed wrote this letter right after the events of chapter 16,  but he wasn’t actually going to give it to Winry (hence why the language he wouldn’t use otherwise). How she will learn to know about it, though, will probably be a story for another time 😉 Stay tuned and R&R (read and review, not rest&relax) because some encouragement would be much needed.

Words: 930+

Warnings: probs a couple of swear words because Ed is Ed.

Genre: fluff

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Winry,

Words have
always been difficult to me.

Even though
you already know my darkest secrets, there’s still so much I haven’t told you.
I wish I could say these things out loud, but every time I try, the words… they
get stuck in my throat. That’s why I’m writing this letter, because writing my
thoughts on this paper, I have time to consider how to express myself without
making myself an idiot or saying something I might regret soon. Well, I guess I’m
still an idiot, but hopefully an idiot you like? Even though I don’t quite
understand why.

OK, on to
the actual topic of this letter, I guess. Before the Olympics, I was in a bad
place. This is probably a cliched expression, but I was alone in a locker room
full of people, and only a couple of people (mostly: Al) managed to break
through that invisible barrier that I had created. My dad tried, my teammates
tried, many girls who just cared about my hockey player status tried. I don’t
know why I just said that, but I guess I want to be honest with you. I didn’t
understand why I didn’t like any of them, even before finding out how shallow
some of them were, but now I know. They weren’t you.

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