I'm here again. Envy x Rose is probably the weirdest pairing in FMA I have ever heard of... It took me a long time to write this story, longest I have ever spent on one story... this was originally supposed to be a oneshot, but i kind of got carried away.. Oh well :)
Timeline: Anytime before the civil war of Lior, and after Ed and Al's first meeting with Rose (you know, the fake priest, the fake philosopher's stone, the fake promises, etc.) Manga or anime? um, both. Doesn't really matter...
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. All recognizable characters belong to a small cow with glasses named Hiromu Arakawa. I will never own FMA, only the plot of this story. :'(
Now, on with it! (PLEASE REVIEW)
Prince will save the princess, true love will prevail. Everyone will live happily ever after.
Rose stirred the fragrant pot of stew slowly, tucking away the loose strands of her long dark hair. There has been something nagging at her for weeks, a strange sensation, as if someone has been watching her. Flashes of a blurry figure seem to be barely visible out of the corners of her eyes, gone in half a second. Rose can't quite place her finger on it.
"Obsessive gearhead!"
"ALCHEMY FREAK!"
It's really very strange how this world works. Good will always win over evil, but not in the ways the girl named after a flower has ever imagined. The Elric brothers came back to visit her, bringing along a childhood friend.
Winry.
Rose admits that she has always been more of a wallflower than the life of the party. She watches Al try to restrain a wrench wielding, hot tempered Winry.
What is this, jealousy? And yet she always admires those who are so different from her.
Winry has all the things she wishes she could have. Including a "happily ever after". Her gaze once again settles on Ed's smiling face, his golden eyes always so mesmerizing. Rose knows it, and some day he will too.
She has always loved love stories. She used to love happy endings above everything else. Now she despises them, hates them. Just because they are another thing that she desires, but will never have.
The prince lifted the girl onto his white horse, where they rode to the castle, got married and lived happily ever after!
Happily ever after.
What a lie.
It belongs in books, other worlds, with other people. Not with her. She regards Edward and Winry, not even noticing that she's staring. "Rose? Is the stew ready?" She tears her gaze away and smiles up at the empty armour which is Ed's younger brother. "…Yup! Hey Winry, Ed! Stew's ready! Come and get it!"
Now that she thinks about it, she has always been rather good at pretending. Good at concealing emotions behind a cheerful façade. That is, after all, what she has been doing all this time, for years. Winry compliments her on her cooking, her beautiful blue eyes flashing merrily. Yes. For Edward, Winry is the light at the end of the tunnel, while Rose is only a rock that juts out in his path. Brilliant blue and dark, murky violet. Winry will never have to pretend.
Rose keeps up with the small talk, smiling, laughing, doing whatever it is to appear as a carefree, happy girl. A girl that she has not been for a very long time. She sees it, the way Ed looks at
Winry, and the way Winry looks back. They sit close together, elbows brushing every time they pick up their spoons. The girl watching on the sidelines can endure this.
This is nothing.
She will die alone, as a mere spectator enjoying other people's lives. There will be nothing for herself. What love she has ever felt has always been one sided.
Perhaps she should bring some popcorn next time.
That little button below is lonely... why don't you click it? ...Pretty please?
