The One Who Waits
Her head lay on the table. She wasn't asleep, though she felt horribly tired. Tired of the world, tired of being alone. So alone…
Around her, though, it seemed like everyone had someone: Edward and Winry, Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye… Even if they didn't show it, they actually were connected, bound by that feeling which, to them provided a great deal of happiness but, to her, only sorrow and pain.
She wasn't angry at them for it, she actually liked to see them together, but she, too, wished she could be like them, to have someone to turn to when things just wear off at the end of the day. She did have someone, after all, but that someone… was not him. That homunculus was not her Young Master.
All the things she had gone through, and this is how it would end? She hoped not. Deep inside her, she embraced the hope that, someday, it would all be sorted out and he'd come for her. But, until that day, she had to be strong, she had to endure, to resist. Her dream would soon become true; she only had to be patient, to wait. Regardless the cost, she would.
Waiting... hoping...