EPILOGUE
SEVERAL DAYS HAD PASSED since then.
Winry was using her afternoon break to write a letter in her room.
“Dear Granny Pinako. Are you doing well? I’m working my butt off every single day,” she began, reporting on her busy days in neat, bubbly writing flowing across the stationery. “Umm, oh, right, I know—I’m going to be in charge of about ten clients starting next week.”
She paused at that point and propped her head on her hand as she looked up at the endless stretch of sky beyond her window.
“I wonder if those two are working just as hard right now?”
A refreshing breeze drifted in through the window and puffed up Winry’s hair. The blueprints next to her letter rustled in the wind.
She had written the names of each person on the edge of the stacked blueprints so she wouldn’t mix them up. On one of those, next to the intricate figures and complex lines drawn on it, was Darish’s name. On another was Edward’s.
Winry’s continuous, unflagging work on those designs spoke volumes about just how much she had grown.
“Winry, my looovely!” Garfiel called from the first floor to signal her break was over. “Darish is here with his family! They say they’re here to discuss the design!”
“Coming!”
Winry stuffed the half-written letter into a drawer and pulled out Darish’s blueprints from the stack.
She would never stop trying. She would never stop moving forward. As long as she didn’t give up, she was sure to arrive at her goal. Believing in herself, Winry rose up from the desk.
“I’ll be right there!”
Her answer, filled with hope, echoed up into the clear blue sky.
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