I haven't done a fanfiction in a long time. My writing group wanted me to try and write with my own characters, but I was having a block after I finished my first novel (55,000 words- 18 days). I couldn't write anything. So I decided to write this.
It's actually based a lot on my life. Writing a novel has matured my outlook and knowledge of waiting and knowing my characters. My own life has also matured alongside it. I don't know what to expect right now, so I left myself to the FMA gang and got this in the first ten minutes of finger tapping.
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Winry was confused.
Ed would be back eventually, he always was. The time separating each visit, the pause between each heartbeat… they were natural and there was nothing that she could do about them. She had grown immune to days without notice, days spent waiting, waiting for him. She was used to them, but it never made the wait any easier.
Waiting here was just standing still, and it scared her. She had always defined time, run along the impulse and lived up to the circumstances, but she had no control when it came to Edward.
He had smiled up at her so many years ago, right past the red, right past that blood. They had been younger then. He had always been strong. He had brushed away those tears she had spilt, that she still spilt, and he was the one that had comforted her.
She owed him. She owed it to him to wait, to put up with the excuses and putting off all of those promises that he had said he would never break.
He couldn't help it, after all. She had accepted that a long time ago, when she had looked down at him and said, "I know."