That smile.
Those eyes.
That hair.
It was almost impossible to pass through the halls and not notice him right
away.
The way his eyes sparkled in the sunlight, his thick black lashes contrasting
against his porcelain skin.
His smile; it was contagious. One smile from him in your direction would
send anyone's heart aflutter.
His hair; it was as golden as his eyes, pulled up in a messy ponytail, bangs
falling every which direction.
Ling couldn't pull his eyes away. Every single day, he'd pass through the halls, purposely looking for that mop of gold hair. Just watching Edward from a distance put his mind at ease, pushed away any doubts he had, or any sadness.
It was like the golden shine from his person imitated the sun, showering all around him in happiness.
Which was exactly the reason why Ling found himself switching lockers to the empty one beside the older Elric's, to finally get a chance at saying hello.
He could finally talk to the person of his dreams.
Finally,
Finally—