AN: I don't FMA or any related characters.
Just one word!
He could see that she considered but he didn't see what she considered.
He knew that she felt but he never knew what.
He felt that she wanted something but he couldn't hear her.
He had tried to make her talk. He had even borrowed Mei's dictionary and he had read all the pages to her. He had made up the craziest stories to get a reaction but she stayed silent. And whenever she tried to walk away, he clung to her legs. Why? When she wanted to seal her lips, why didn't she use his lips? He didn't want much. He just wanted some words … or maybe one. It would be enough for him. He would die as a happy man. It was crazy how beautiful she looked in her silence and when she tilted her head and blushed a little bit, he was a lost cause. She showed the whole world – including him – a cold shoulder but he didn't care. Her silence was her tent and she felt safe there – and he couldn't take it away.
He was at her feet, day and night, risking life and limb, but she didn't seem to care. They said, still water was deep and he wanted to see the bottom. His blood boiled when he knew that her thoughts raced behind her deep, brown eyes. He sighed. Why, oh why had he confessed to her? Why had he done something so stupid? As soon as she would make up her mind, she could reject him. He was sure of it. She was too good for him and too beautiful. He would bring nothing but tears and sorrow over her.
But still, she hadn't rejected him by now.
"Yes."
"What do you mean, yes?" he asked.
"I am very happy to accept you proposal, young Master."
The idea came while I was re-reading my math classtest.
Have a little bit LingFan and a merry Christmas!
AvaEobane