It's night, I looked outside my window, what can I say? The normal routine. I couldn't sleep, so here's this fanfiction. WinryxEd, as usual, please review!
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Nights where a film of black would color the landscape, where the distance would flicker a dozen house-lit hues in nearby cities, these were the nights that the only thing keeping Winry from touching the stars were from the glass window that stood as a barrier.
Colorless crystallized sand, beginning as a meager substance; ground, stood tall and strong, portraying the hills and petals Edward himself had tread on, once upon a forever.
She had always been kept from him, even those days when she worked on his automail and ran her hands along his scarred flesh, when she would contact her wrench with his skull, she felt him, she breathed him, she lived him. The glass was just another obstacle sent from the heavens, reminding her of his past and present will.
So when she offered an open hand to the skies, she wasn't surprised when she did not receive a miracle, just the cold surface on her finger tips, mocking her.
Edward was not hers, she knew this. But did she believe it?
Maybe one day the Divine would be more forgiving and allow her a glimpse of his flaxen braids, golden eyes, or a trail of false hopes she would rely on through the window's display.
Until then, this routine would do as a fine understudy to a phenomenon.