Writer's block. Got up in the morning to watch my friend play on her sports team, came up with this, sitting on the bleachers. Sorry it's a little angsty. Review, please.
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The morning was fragranced with clarion aromas, heavens clear and magenta with the birth of the aurora's renewal, the daybreak's light sounding in soft chides of birds, though the melodic songs were gone unnoticed by the two surveying.
Edward's cool composure was impenetrable, so he would observe the dawns with little register that could be noted from his expressions.
Winry counted each beginning of the day only as another hour without him. The wind blew hard against her arms and face, chilling her soul, tears offering the only warmth as the euphoric skies overhead seemed foreign.
And each second was a lack of knowing how to assert their feelings through letters and phone calls.
And each minute was a realization how cold the sunlight beamed when you graced it with your affliction.
And from a distance, they mourned the loss of the other's company with the silence of their thought.