Actually, I'm not fond of doing these "oneshots" but I think writing these short stuff is fun and challenging, don't you think?
Disclaimer: Fanfiction is not really violating the copyrighted material, it's kidnapping the copyrighted material into your world of imagination. (LOL.)
Gamble
She chose to play a gamble with life even though the probability of attaining her success is critical. She tries, again and again, keeping her cool and never giving up; hoping that someday, something would improve. But, that someday is taking her forever because this life that she gambled with isn't the life she was expecting. This is a life which is corrupted and wounded by love: love that is right and wrong at the same time. His barriers were almost impenetrable as he chose to bury his emotions behind his crimson cloak. He rarely speaks; answering most of her questions either with a nod, a glance, or a 'Hn.', which she learned how to decipher in a matter of time and realizes that were expressive in its own little ways even without using any other gestures nor words. She also realizes that there are no barriers that seclude everyone else from him, that anyone who said he's as cold and unresponsive as a stone is blind and foolish, that with a simple action (whatever it was) conveys words that are too complicated to be said with mere words. So, she continues to gamble with life, keeping her cool and never giving up.
Because her life is a man called Vincent Valentine, her comrade whom she forged an absolute bond so deep that no one could understand it and a friend whom she would sacrifice eternity for him to see the beauty of the things that lie ahead of them.
The ending sounds cryptic and absurd to me.