Tried to capture a painting of two people I saw – then of course altered it to WinryxEd. I actually played around with this story quite a bit because I didn't like that, say, the ending was too angsty or I should take out the lyrics I had placed at the end, descriptions being terrible, etcetera. And, as always please review – its bad, good, whatever.
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The picture was bordered with plain oak, memories worn into the fabrics of the maternal wood. The frame cradled the picture like just another picture, just another summer's eve, just another reminiscence of a fairytale.
And like a typical fairytale, the picture preserved the chronicles of the boy and girl it held. The warm wind whipped at her blond hair and she laughed among the tousled strands, her azure eyes taking in the world, small hands cupping reality and an interest in find her soul mate at the ends of the universe.
And he; with his golden locks tangling with the truth of humanity, masked with lies of adults and those who cared, it was like this he would watch her through maturing eyes that would smile with her movements.
And it was before he had propped himself up to kiss her cheek with weathered lips that would later tell her not to meddle with other's affairs had she realized she had been searching too hard.
And it was before he had held her hand and whispered childlike proposals of tomorrow in her ear with those lips had his mother taken the picture.
And it was this photograph that had welded a place in their hearts, that put up with so many kisses and tears against the glass separating.
And the days he knew could be his last did he turn rest the picture on its belly; away from the spilt blood and fear, skies flooding with crimson clouds and prayers.
And she would keep waiting for her soul mate to come home as long as the oak framed picture sat by her bedside.