"Brother, I'm turning out the light."
Ed looked up at his younger brother from his mat on the floor. He nodded, and with a click, the lantern flicked off, shrouding the barn in darkness. Presently Al joined him on his own mat and they settled down to sleep, only the crickets and the sound of their breathing left to occupy the empty space between the hay and roof.
After a moment he held his right arm up, stretching. The automail had gotten a bit tight over the years; it heartened him that there was still some growth left in him, but still it was the most uncomfortable thing to go to sleep with. He had to find thick-soled shoes too; such an inconvenience.
He stared at the arm, the metal glistening in the little moonlight filtering through the rafters. It'd only been mere moments that they'd met, most of the time taken up by the installing of his limbs. He could barely even remember how she'd looked back then, how much she'd changed, how she'd felt...not for the first time, and not for the last time, he wondered what she was doing now, whether she still waited, whether she still cared...
But it was over, no use speculating. Ed turned on his side, resting on the arm, his cheek cooled by the steel. Another day to come. He had more work to do.
October 3rd, 1920
Shriveled leaves crumbled against the base of a tomb stone. Winry brushed them away as she knelt beside it, silently, reading the name.
Beside it, the graves of her parents. A little farther off, a stone marked the resting place of Trisha Elric. This was where her family was buried, every one of them gone from her life, and yet it was incomplete. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and whispered a goodbye.
After a moment, she stood up, suitcase in hand, and walked down the hill toward her house. Well...it used to be her house. She had nothing left to do there but hand the key over to Rose. Last night she'd packed up her things, shuffling through old photo albums once more. The memories she salvaged she'd buried in the hill at the base of a tree.
Winry paused to stare at the building in the growing darkness. She'd spent most of her life there- playing, learning, working, waiting...and now she would leave. Home is where the family waits. It didn't feel like home anymore.
It wasn't quite like burning it down, but she mind as well for how she felt inside.
Since they didn't say goodbye to her, she would say goodbye to them.