Title: Untitled1 Fandom/original: Fullmetal Alchemist Characters: Winry, and the people in her head Rating: G Word count: 490
Winry flopped over onto her stomach on that midsummer night and glanced out the window. The sky was aglow with stars. Mysterious, mysterious stars. She couldn't sleep. It was too warm. She felt pretty depressed, too. All because of Ed and Al. Maybe the stars would help.
She got up and left the house, still wearing her work clothes from earlier that evening. She didn't feel entirely present, as though she was a ghost walking through the same rooms she'd been through long ago and would continue to walk forever.
That was not true. Winry was very much alive. She opened the door to the outside and walked out quietly.
Outside, the air was not nearly as stuffy as it had been in the house. She walked away from the house a little and sprawled on the ground to look at the sky above. All those stars…each of them was somehow different, just like her two best friends had been. And now they'd never be back in this world to lie under this sky again.
Somehow, she knew, their hearts beat elsewhere. She could even feel those heartbeats. Maybe they were perfectly synchronized with her own, and feeling her heartbeat was exactly the same as being with one of them.
About four stars formed the vague shape of an "S." S for Selfish. There was a certain unreal joy in knowing that her friends had finally reached their destination. That was the real perplexing issue: Winry knew that even though they had reached a goal once thought impossible, she could not help but wish that they would come back.
A warm breeze wafted through the area. Winry wondered briefly if the same breeze was felt in their world or if different breezes happened at different times. She wanted a way to hold onto them forever, to feel their lives even though they couldn't exactly talk. The ghosts of their childhoods scampered all around the yard.
Memories…those are a way to hold on to friends. They're not the same as having friends there, of course. It suddenly occurred to Winry that for all she knew, Ed and Al could have died by now. But a death doesn't mean a cease in existence, does it? Lots of things exist in the mind which don't exist outside, like "love." Why can't imagined people be said to exist, even after they're dead? Isn't that what a spirit is? Isn't that what one would attempt to bind to a body by alchemy, even once that body was dead?
Had she thought up two Eds and Als, ones who actually exist and ones she could only imagine?
Winry folded her arms above her head and continued to stare into outer space.
No. Ed and Al were who they were. And as long as she remembered them, and wondered about them without ever knowing how they turned out, their souls would be strung together like wind chimes.
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Fandom/original: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Winry, and the people in her head
Rating: G
Word count: 490
Winry flopped over onto her stomach on that midsummer night and glanced out the window. The sky was aglow with stars. Mysterious, mysterious stars. She couldn't sleep. It was too warm. She felt pretty depressed, too. All because of Ed and Al. Maybe the stars would help.
She got up and left the house, still wearing her work clothes from earlier that evening. She didn't feel entirely present, as though she was a ghost walking through the same rooms she'd been through long ago and would continue to walk forever.
That was not true. Winry was very much alive. She opened the door to the outside and walked out quietly.
Outside, the air was not nearly as stuffy as it had been in the house. She walked away from the house a little and sprawled on the ground to look at the sky above. All those stars…each of them was somehow different, just like her two best friends had been. And now they'd never be back in this world to lie under this sky again.
Somehow, she knew, their hearts beat elsewhere. She could even feel those heartbeats. Maybe they were perfectly synchronized with her own, and feeling her heartbeat was exactly the same as being with one of them.
About four stars formed the vague shape of an "S." S for Selfish. There was a certain unreal joy in knowing that her friends had finally reached their destination. That was the real perplexing issue: Winry knew that even though they had reached a goal once thought impossible, she could not help but wish that they would come back.
A warm breeze wafted through the area. Winry wondered briefly if the same breeze was felt in their world or if different breezes happened at different times. She wanted a way to hold onto them forever, to feel their lives even though they couldn't exactly talk. The ghosts of their childhoods scampered all around the yard.
Memories…those are a way to hold on to friends. They're not the same as having friends there, of course. It suddenly occurred to Winry that for all she knew, Ed and Al could have died by now. But a death doesn't mean a cease in existence, does it? Lots of things exist in the mind which don't exist outside, like "love." Why can't imagined people be said to exist, even after they're dead? Isn't that what a spirit is? Isn't that what one would attempt to bind to a body by alchemy, even once that body was dead?
Had she thought up two Eds and Als, ones who actually exist and ones she could only imagine?
Winry folded her arms above her head and continued to stare into outer space.
No. Ed and Al were who they were. And as long as she remembered them, and wondered about them without ever knowing how they turned out, their souls would be strung together like wind chimes.