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Braid
His hair in her fingers was like ebony silk. Even so, she preferred the usual golden waterfall that billowed down and around his shoulders when let loose. She may never see it again; she knew somewhere in her heart this would be one of the few times she would ever see him again. The time she had with him now was small, but precious.
She took her time braiding his hair, even while a pair of eyes watched her from the doorway. She would enjoy the feel of him while she could. She would remember it for a long time—for the rest of her life.
"W-Winry? Are you done yet?" He asked, almost nervously. She hid the smile that threatened to crack her mask and break her fragile walls.
"Yes," she answered in a whisper but kept her fingers lingering on the hair tie. It was old and used; she remembered giving it to him when she was twelve. She was the first person to ever braid his hair, and she had used one of her own ties to keep it from coming undone.
At last her hands retreated back to her lap where they hesitated, then tightened into fists and remained still. She watched him rise from the bed, mutter a thanks, and leave the room in a swirl of horrible outfits meant to conceal his identity. He looked back, but just barely. It was only a glance and it was only for a second, but yet, Winry couldn't help but smile a bitter-sweet goodbye. Her walls were cracking, but she held strong.
Then he was gone. The front door slammed shut like it always had, and then his light footfalls faded into the white noise.
It took a moment—longer than Winry expected of herself—but her walls finally came tumbling down around her. Sciezka was there, but she was of little comfort now. Edward was gone, and she knew that a fairytale life with him would never happen no matter their feelings.
They were both damned, and he would soon not even live in the same world as her.