Fic: Goodbye
Goodbye
Author: laliloum03
Summary:...you won’t be able to hold them any longer, and tears won’t wait until he’s gone.
Rating: PG?
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Timeline: After the "promised day"
A.N: Written in second person, winry's POV. I don't know why I decided to write it this way. Thanks to gabriela, who encouraged me to post this.
Goodbye
Author: laliloum03
Summary:...you won’t be able to hold them any longer, and tears won’t wait until he’s gone.
Rating: PG?
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Timeline: After the "promised day"
A.N: Written in second person, winry's POV. I don't know why I decided to write it this way. Thanks to gabriela, who encouraged me to post this.
A.N2: I wanted to apoligize for any mistakes you might find in spelling or grammar. The truth is that I do not speak english; my native tongue is spanish, but I love languages and I've been studying english for a while and I wanted to give this a try. I would appreciate if you pointed the mistakes out, this way would be easier to correct them :]
Again sorry and I hope it's not too crappy :]
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There’s a lot to do. The brothers might be hungry, and today the meal must be delicious. It must be perfect, and of course, your famous apple pie will be there, because you made a promise. You promised him you you'd bake one when he came back. After all, you’ve never broken a promise, have you?
Oh well, there’s this promise about tears of happiness and all that stuff, but you were just so happy that you forgot everything about crying, right? It was as if your body had run out of tears, as if every painful memory had disappeared the moment you saw them in your home. In their home.
But oh! You have no time to think about that. There’s just a lot to do! maybe the brothers want to take a shower before eating. They need to relax… and a nice hot bath would do it, wouldn’t it? But what would the wear tonight? They had no clothes at all apart from the ones they were wearing. Maybe they need to buy some, but knowing them as you do, you bet they’d rather transmute some old fabric into wearable things than going out right now, because they must be really really tired.
Agh! You haven’t prepared their room, have you? It has to be all dusty since you haven’t had a guest for… well, you can’t even remember. There’s no time for remembering! But where did you leave those clean sheets you washed a few days ago? Aw, never mind. They just want to rest, they don’t care about that.
So there’s still a lot to do. You have to clean, you have to cook, you have to seek, you have to dress, and you’re looking for those stupid apples you bought and that your granny must have hidden somewhere, when his voice brings you back to reality as effectively as a slap in the face would.
”You should take it easy, Winry” he says with that tone in his voice, the one you’ve heard so many times, the one you hate. ”Because we… we ‘re not spending the night”. His expressionless face, his closed eyes, his words… you won’t be able to hold them any longer and tears won’t wait until he’s gone.
When he finally opens his eyes, maybe because he was waiting for a response (or a wrench), you see something. He has that look in his eyes, a sad look, a regretful look. He comes closer. “I.. I’m sorry” he says, in a softer tone, but that just makes it worse. You can’t control your body. Guess you hadn’t run out of tears after all. You just blocked them a little.
You didn’t want him to see you cry. That’s why you embraced him, right? It’s the perfect alibi, so you hold him tight while he’s still here (even if deep inside you’re wondering where your wrench might be.)
And besides, you’re crying. You’re crying tears of sadness, of loneliness, of broken hearts, and you wish so badly he doesn’t notice. Because you’ve never broken a promise. You just don’t want to be the one who breaks it, right?
He hugs you back, but no so tight. He’s not that kind. He won’t answer, anyway, so you don’t ask.
Life is so unfair, you think, and then you realise just how true your words are.
Yes, there’s still a lot to do…
Author: laliloum03
Summary:...you won’t be able to hold them any longer, and tears won’t wait until he’s gone.
Rating: PG?
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Timeline: After the "promised day"
A.N: Written in second person, winry's POV. I don't know why I decided to write it this way. Thanks to gabriela, who encouraged me to post this.
Goodbye
Author: laliloum03
Summary:...you won’t be able to hold them any longer, and tears won’t wait until he’s gone.
Rating: PG?
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Timeline: After the "promised day"
A.N: Written in second person, winry's POV. I don't know why I decided to write it this way. Thanks to gabriela, who encouraged me to post this.
A.N2: I wanted to apoligize for any mistakes you might find in spelling or grammar. The truth is that I do not speak english; my native tongue is spanish, but I love languages and I've been studying english for a while and I wanted to give this a try. I would appreciate if you pointed the mistakes out, this way would be easier to correct them :]
Again sorry and I hope it's not too crappy :]
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There’s a lot to do. The brothers might be hungry, and today the meal must be delicious. It must be perfect, and of course, your famous apple pie will be there, because you made a promise. You promised him you you'd bake one when he came back. After all, you’ve never broken a promise, have you?
Oh well, there’s this promise about tears of happiness and all that stuff, but you were just so happy that you forgot everything about crying, right? It was as if your body had run out of tears, as if every painful memory had disappeared the moment you saw them in your home. In their home.
But oh! You have no time to think about that. There’s just a lot to do! maybe the brothers want to take a shower before eating. They need to relax… and a nice hot bath would do it, wouldn’t it? But what would the wear tonight? They had no clothes at all apart from the ones they were wearing. Maybe they need to buy some, but knowing them as you do, you bet they’d rather transmute some old fabric into wearable things than going out right now, because they must be really really tired.
Agh! You haven’t prepared their room, have you? It has to be all dusty since you haven’t had a guest for… well, you can’t even remember. There’s no time for remembering! But where did you leave those clean sheets you washed a few days ago? Aw, never mind. They just want to rest, they don’t care about that.
So there’s still a lot to do. You have to clean, you have to cook, you have to seek, you have to dress, and you’re looking for those stupid apples you bought and that your granny must have hidden somewhere, when his voice brings you back to reality as effectively as a slap in the face would.
”You should take it easy, Winry” he says with that tone in his voice, the one you’ve heard so many times, the one you hate. ”Because we… we ‘re not spending the night”. His expressionless face, his closed eyes, his words… you won’t be able to hold them any longer and tears won’t wait until he’s gone.
When he finally opens his eyes, maybe because he was waiting for a response (or a wrench), you see something. He has that look in his eyes, a sad look, a regretful look. He comes closer. “I.. I’m sorry” he says, in a softer tone, but that just makes it worse. You can’t control your body. Guess you hadn’t run out of tears after all. You just blocked them a little.
You didn’t want him to see you cry. That’s why you embraced him, right? It’s the perfect alibi, so you hold him tight while he’s still here (even if deep inside you’re wondering where your wrench might be.)
And besides, you’re crying. You’re crying tears of sadness, of loneliness, of broken hearts, and you wish so badly he doesn’t notice. Because you’ve never broken a promise. You just don’t want to be the one who breaks it, right?
He hugs you back, but no so tight. He’s not that kind. He won’t answer, anyway, so you don’t ask.
Life is so unfair, you think, and then you realise just how true your words are.
Yes, there’s still a lot to do…