Finished this story really quickly, considering my writers block. I decided to just calm down and base it on things I could relate to – and walla! Perhaps I love writing about Winry and Edward because I've liked the same guy since childhood, but at any rate, here's my eighteenth Full Metal Alchemist fanfiction! Revieeew!
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Its existence was short lived, yet it never quite faded; its essence eternal, and it could be thought of as an elixir carrying bad or good will.
A rush of colors projected against a drab life could explain it, yet the hues would never be quite the same, for though it went under the same name, its results would vary.
Winry managed to look down at the girls who would create such a flurry of mock sorrow after an infatuation or during, for she had never had this.
She hated how they would just move on and unremember all the reminiscence, all of the feeling of love, and how she was never able to.
How long had it been since she had fallen for him, only time and her fleeting heart beat could tell, and unfortunately she had no control over these two factors.
How many stars had she wished upon, only the sky and her coarse dreamlike states could recall, but those times were spontaneously chosen, and she had nothing to hold against fate worthy to access authority.
Had he truly meant it when he had asked for her hand in marriage, only Edward Elric would know, and he was never home.
That gave her time to rid of this addiction, didn't it? But she wanted it, and she needed it, and would keep fighting until fate faltered.
"God, Ed, what have you done to my logic…?"