Writing Prompt #10:
Fall in love without saying a word. (No dialogue).
Her hands.
They were important to so many people.
When Edward saw her hands, he knew they brought life. Good to others.
She had delivered a baby and gave him an arm and a leg. Those were the hands that caressed his fever-heated forehead when he was recovering from surgery.
Her blue eyes held the tears she shed for others.
When his and Alphonse's mother died, she cried for their sadness when they could not.
When Ed had lost his arm and leg, she cried when he was too drugged to do so.
She cried for Alphonse, who no longer had tears to shed.
And when Edward had become a certified State Alchemist, she cried for the freedom he no longer had.
Her support hadn't made him fall in love with her. She had made him fall in love with her.
His stubbornness had aggravated her.
His strength, she admired.
He was determined to right his wrongs no matter what he had to sacrifice for himself.
So he threw away his freedom to the military and moved on.
She watched him walk on his own path, giving silent support.
And she knew the moment he turned his back on her at the train station, she was in love with him.