Disclaimer: I don't speak Japanese so obviously FMA is not mine.
I stared blankly at his retreating back. I have seen that image a thousand times in my mind, replaying over and over again. I have tried hard to escape those images. Sometimes drowning myself with loads of work just to avoid seeing those images.
I longed to touch that soft long blond hair that reflects the sunlight. I longed to see that mischievous grin and that pair of golden orbs that used to mesmerised me. I have tried hard to deny the fact that he had left me. Leaving only his brother and the memories we shared to keep me company. But unfortunately, the power of denial is not as powerful as it was said to be.
I see him every night and day, in my dreams, during my work, plainly speaking, everywhere. I have spent countless nights wondering over the fact that is he still alive? Is he well? Has he grown taller? And is he really just beyond the gate?
I know this is a very short fic..but what is a poor girl having writer's block to do?
Please rxr. Thanks!!