Word Count: 467
Characters: Edward, Winry
Summary: All his insecurities were gone.
A/N: Don’t ask what went on to cause this AU. All that I know of has been presented in this fic. (I really do like testing the boundaries of EdWin.)
The pitter-patter of the rain hitting the roof was now gone. It had started pouring, setting the mood as she faced Edward now. She felt scarred and insecure, having screamed, "I love you, you idiot!" to Edward. Her heart felt as if it was beating at the same speed as the rain was pouring. Ed had turned his head after she had screamed, leaving her baffled to what his emotions over such confession was, not being able to see his face.
“I love you too, Winry.” She blinked. Whatever she had been expecting to come out of Edward’s mouth, well, it sure hadn’t been that. He was barely even blushing either. She swallowed a lump in her throat. Something was terribly wrong here. Ed wasn’t supposed to look so calm and troubled; he was supposed to look like, like, he does whenever Alphonse teases him. Flustered. All his insecurity was now gone, she didn’t like that. He had been acting like that ever since his trip back from Central. It wasn’t normal, making her the flustered insecure one instead.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” She caught the smallest squeak in his voice when he said that, but that had been all. The only thing that Edward might have done. It might as well have been a robot that had come home from Central, a robot that was talking to her now. The Edward she knew wouldn’t use such bold statements. At least not to her.
He took his hand in hers, the cuffs at the end of the sleeve of his blue coat were cold, freezing even, but they weren’t what made her shiver upon contact. “But I can’t.” Another shiver.
She stared at the man in front of her. The boy whom had resented the military still lived on today, but when he grew up into a man that resentment had died down a bit and had become sad, unwilling obedience. It hurt her that he was now like this. That he had no control over his life. That he had sold his soul to the military.
If she focused on the noise the rain was making outside she could pretend she wasn’t here, that this had never happened. That Ed didn’t have to be like this. Act like this. Talk like this. She could see her fifteen year old self arguing with with Ed over the smallest of things. The virginity of the awareness of who really commanded all things was so beautiful. She wished she could go back. If she focused hard enough she could. She almost does, but is brought back to reality.
The rain suddenly stops. “I already know.”
“I’m sorry Winry.” If only it didn’t have to be like this.
“I know that too.”
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