Haru: A one-shot for Valentines day. It is purely fluff. Long live Ed/Winry! 3
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA in any way shape or form.
He hated her. It was final. Once he decided it there was no turning back.
He hated how her yellow hair cascaded down her back.
He hated how her deep blue irises could see right through him.
He hated her smell. The smell he could only describe the spices of autumn.
He hated her laugh. That silky sound that sent shivers up his spine.
He hated her smile. It was so bright the sun should envy her.
He hated her voice. No matter what she said, her words were always smooth; as if part of a melody.
He hated how she made him smile. It was always against his better judgment.
He hated how she distracted him. He could never concentrate.
He hated how she had kept him from his true mission. The stone didn't matter as much anymore.
He hated how she seemed to be taking Al's place in his heart. Al was his brother dammit.
He hated the jealousy he felt because of her. It sometimes made his blood boil.
He hated how his heart leapt at the mere thought of her.
He hated how she never ceased to take his breath away.
He hated to see her cry. Her tears were like bullets to his chest.
He hated to see her in pain. He would give his soul to keep her from agony.
He hated how she made him long for her touch. Their hands should always be entwined.
He hated his daily impulse to hold her. He felt empty, incomplete, like a half written book.
He hated how she made him feel. Why did his heart always ache?
He hated her because he loved her.
He loved her. It was final. And once he decided that, there was no turning back.