Reflections
It had been many years. Many years since the one who left returned, only to steal away another.
She turned towards the large mirror, propped against the wall above the fireplace. She examined the reflection before her. The reflection of one who may have been young once, but any trace of youth was lost in the depths of time. Fine lines crowded the corners of her face, her once colourful hair was now a shining grey and her sight was defiantly not what it was.
While absorbing all this, the woman turned her thoughts to another. A friend. One, whose eyes and hair would remain vibrant, whose face would never crease with age. One who was now able to ignore passing of the days and seasons. A friend who would never grow large with child or delight in passing on treasured knowledge. One who had long forgotten how to love.
Love. That's were it all started. Her love for him. Her utter devotion. Her hope, which he had callously slaughtered. By finally returning, only to depart again, that bastard had murdered her. At first it had been as before, her waiting impatiently by the window, running to the phone; desperately longing for news of him. But that did not last.
Perhaps he had not placed those crimson cuts on her arms and pale wrists. Perhaps he had not tied the final noose. But he was the one in her haunted thoughts. He might as well have kicked the chair from under her.
Edward Elric had murdered Winry Rockbell all those years ago.
AN: I hope that all made sense, still not sure about. Reveiws would be loved but you dont have to click the little button if you want
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