It was difficult getting this story started, but I finally finished it. Yep, even though I hate the beginning and several parts in it, but the ending showed a little potential, so here is it.
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It was another mild night in the fertile fields of a sleeping town. The night sky was bleached with stars, moon wearily letting its gaze fall on a lone house among the silence.
At this sight, the silvery blossoms gloated, shielding the tears of a blond haired Winry. The moans of the river had soothed her, grass padding dainty feet and understanding her fears; the fear of losing - an art she had never perfected. Losing him.
'…Ed…' He had been gone so long, what if something were to go wrong? It was hard to believe those carefree childhood reminiscences, preserved promises and seasons of forever, were functioning just beyond her grasp of remembrance. It had been so long ago, in those dreamlike states of existence.
She could almost recall the impression of his boots hitting the floral terrain, the slight memorized clicking of his symbolic military watch-like token, a glint of its metallic chain, strangled wisps of golden hair...
Her eyelids scolded a stray fleck of dust, finally closing to blink out the stream of tears, though were unable to control the small whimper that escaped.
And when she opened them, she swore she could assemble the image of her crush sprawled out beside her, golden eyes stroking the reflection of the moon between fallen petals, framed by solemn glimpses of light.
She even went as far as to visualize him laying a head of blond silken hair on her lap, brushing the remains of her weep from a cheek, then lay peering with a faint smile.
But she was not imagining the almost contagious spread of warmth the mirage held, or the steady pick up of her wounded heart. No hallucination was capable of this.
Let alone speaking in that way only Edward could pull off – a blend of bitter sarcasm and original zest of that forgotten fondness.
"I'm home, Win."
It didn't matter if he was or wasn't a fantasy, she wasn't alone anymore. The sight of him made her double in a pang of anguish, pressing her face into his neck and inhaling the smell of sweat, earth, cinnamon… wait, since when did Ed wear cologne?
The smell of blood tickled the back of her nose, thus she backed away to scoff at the State Alchemist. "Hey bean, did you just come because you destroyed my masterpiece again?"
"I am not smaller then a freakin' grain of sand you mechanic geek, and is it any probably if I just come for a visit every once in a while!"
"Yes, because you never do without a purpose, midget!"
"Well I am now, stupid wenc--!"
Bang.
It was about time Winry invest her throwing arm in a worthwhile cause.
A few lights flickered in the town, awakened by the cussing and wretches of the two.
They were on the road to renewing their standard routine, a half an hour into their visit.
