Really random piece. I'm not sure I like it too much, and as usual I came up with the ending line first, so that's probably why. Got a little Kenny Rogers in there, as the song 'I Can't Unlove You' sounds a lot like Winry and Ed's situation, in my opinion. R and R!
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Not only was alchemy was time consuming – it took talent, sweat, and passion.
Not to mention brains.
Looking at Ed, you may note the arrogance and testy attitude, but give a second glance he had been studying for this all of his life, and he was in his element when a book was sprawled over his lap and there was an ignition of a stead fast, determined glint in his golden eyes that would survey the words with the knowledge a sixteen year old shouldn't be able to bear.
Mathematics, sciences, astrology; the topics were countless, depending on what you desired. Transmutation circles and formulas, translations and countless lonely nights, when the moon would question your decisions and let the wind distract you with loose petals licking at your skin.
'I could wake up without you
These two arms not around you
Tell myself it's meant to be this way
No matter how I try
Some things I can't change…'
And the radio would squeak out words that Edward could relate to, but didn't, let alone try to understand. Alchemy was his thing, not juvenile infatuation, for why try for an extravagant, short-lived passion when books would remain unchanging and dependable?
It was all the same. Like Roy would demonstrate – pick up a girl, use her for one night, ask for her phone number and promise a call, then forget.
Except for her. The picture of her was framed on his desk, a small frown on her crimson blushed lips, as if scolding him for not visiting home. Her blond hair tickled her jaw, tugging at that frown, while her azure eyes wearily grasped at the wrench in her hand in case it was needed.
Winry.
It was difficult to learn alchemy, while even after it took a lot of dedication and missing out on daily rituals, but in the end you would mature with the experience and each day would transit you with comprehension.
And in a way, love was a lot like alchemy.