Chapter 17 - Flare
Her breath hitched. Winry looked at the man she'd loved before puberty swept him clear of her bangs, his chest's span and defined arms, tense with restraint, filling the work room.
He's trying not to touch me.
Blonde hair fell from his ponytail, leaving strands among a furrowed brow. Ire and betrayal sparked dangerously in a gaze she'd given up seeing again.
It was hard believing Ed was actually here, and harder swallowing he still cared enough for her words to sting. Was he narcissistic, or just naive? Had he really thought everything would wait? That lives could pause indefinitely?
A/N: Alheli asked about an update schedule, and I don't really have anything too exact. I will always post two chapters on Saturday, but beyond that it gets murky. So far, I've been adding my remaining week's chapters (the originally stated 3-5) all by Wednesday. Hope that helps!
Week of May 9, 2015: 4 chapters posted.