A/N: Just a drabble….my mind has been pretty dead lately (stupid writer's block) so this is the best I can come up with for now…T^T
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or any related items. The only thing I own is the idea/plot.
Maybe Today He Will
There she is. Always early. Never late, but never on time, either. Just early.
Then again, he's never on time, either. But that's because he's always late.
Her long, blond hair is up in that brown clip again. He thinks she looks much better with it down, although she says it gets in her way. And then there are her eyes, a beautiful amber color. They remind him of a fire, and it brings a smile to his face.
Smiling makes him think of her smile. It's a rare thing to witness, really. Her face is always hidden behind an emotionless mask, so you can never really tell what she's thinking or feeling. He frowns at this; he thinks a smile would look lovely on her.
She notices him frowning and asks why. He assures her that it's nothing, and although he knows she doesn't believe him, she goes back to work.
He secretly wishes that she would take the time to talk to him, to make sure that there really is nothing wrong. He wishes she would do this, because maybe then he would finally admit his feelings for her. Maybe then he would finally admit to loving her.
As per usual, at the end of day, he offers to walk her home. He asks every day, and she has always turned him down. Sometimes he wonders why he even bothers, but then he reminds himself that the one time he doesn't ask could be the one time she finally accepts.
Surprisingly, she accepts his offer casually, as though he has been walking her home all the times she's declined.
Maybe today he'll finally tell her he loves her.
~Owari~
A/N: As always, please review but don't flame! ~Sketch
