Not much to say about this. Not very fond of. Actually, it was done pretty quickly, but what can I say, summer nights kind of have an influence on me. I wrote this yesterday, but since I already posted one today, I waited a day. Pleaseee reviewww!
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Winry was nearly five years old when her father and herself would accompany the other on walks, steps sewn through set paths and teal waters with the wind at their back and the azure skies as their limit.
Of all the things she remembers him saying, the words she has carried with her throughout her entity as a fond reminiscence were, "Don't underestimate love, Win, as you never know… it could come up from right under your nose and bite you… did with me." And he would fondle her hair and smile that smile of his, and though she could not piece together the meaning of this statement at the moment, she felt pride in the fact that she was reliable when it came to information such as this, so she beamed and continued to skip on thinking they could walk like this forever.
Turns out she was wrong.
But her father's words were not. The next years she played with Edward thinking of him as just a childhood friend, until the times when she was without him, and suddenly the ground darted from under her feet and she collapsed into a painful realization, warm tears licking at her cheeks and spilling like the asters of the leaves.
And then Ed was back and she excused the thought, yet again and again it kept biting her from underneath, deep into her flesh and leaving scars sounding in a heartbeat.
Father always did know her best.