Dabbling in Drabbles of the FMA Varaity… 100 of them to be exact
By Suzi a.k.a. KatsyKat
19. Gray
If you wait long enough everything turns gray.
Things that are pure white are the first to go: sheets, socks, underclothes, paper, gloves. As if anything resembling purity needs to be muted in the face of such horrors.
Even the sharp royal blue of the military uniforms turns gray in the dust of hundreds of hours.
There is a point you reach when all you can see is gray all around you – the result of ash and soot from hundreds of deaths swirling in the air.
Yet how is it her hair always golden, like a stray ray of hope?