Disclaimer: I do not own FMA.
AN: This is a one-shot based on one of my stories: The Child of the Dark Morn. You don't need to read it in order to understand, but it would really help if you did.
For those who have read the story and its sequel, I placed a clue in this story that is crucial in my other stories so you better read carefully.
Lightning flashed, thunder clapped and the skies were lit with its horrific symphony. Torrents of rain crashed unto the earth with cold force, soaking every inch to a freezing wetness.
Still, she stood in the rain, gazing at the golden castle of her old home.
She vaguely wondered if he knew where she was, if he had any idea as to how she was doing. She thought not. After all, if he did care, she wouldn't be standing in the cold rain, suffering and miserable. She would be under a roof, and dry and not trembling from the freezing wind.
She wondered if he ever cared for her.
Before he had entered her life, she had been lonely and beyond despairing. But, ever since then, her life began to ease when he arrived. Because of him, she had allowed the thought that maybe, for once, she could be carefree and happy. For a time, she deluded herself that she could be happy, be happy to have him. He had been everything that she had needed. He had showered her with idyllic dreams and unattainable wishes, and made her heart vulnerable to the pain when he finally tired of her. It had hurt so much, so much that everything became numb. Even the hard plummet of the rain no longer hurt her, and the icy burn of the cold no longer registered in her. She had become numb.
Truth be told, she knew that she would always love him. Until the end of time, perhaps. She had not known anyone to make her feel like that, with his burning onyx gaze and diaphanous caresses and the silken, singular voice that carried pride and joy of life. Eternity of death loomed in the horizon, making her realize the fragile ephemerality of life. Wasting it on hate would have been a pathetic way to live. She didn't want to be viewed as pathetic.
She always prayed to have that kind of joy someday. No matter how foolish and naive a wish it was.
Sighing to herself, she turned away from the diamond-and-gold gleaming castle in the distance and began her way to nowhere.
AN: This just erupted in my head from nowhere.