EdRose so needs more love. So I decided to give it some. Enjoy!

Set in Episode 49: The Other Side of the Gate, in the scene where Ed comes upon the hypnotized Rose in the grand ballroom of the abandoned underground city.

I don't own FMA.

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He's fought and he's fallen

He's on his knees before he's on his feet

A sinister romantic

Oh, he's about to be and she's about to see

Layla, Shakespeare in Love

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There were lights, and sounds.

Bittersweet music, this blinding radiance.

She didn't know how she got here, nor who brought her here, or the reason why she was here. All she knew… all she felt, was that the world was perfect, that it was hers. A broken curve of a smile came upon her face, and she held it up to heaven to soak up its brilliance. Then, she let go. She danced, in all its glorious reckless abandon.

Spinning round and round, arms stretched wide like wings, and she felt like a bird about to take flight… a free bird.

She was within herself, yet it was as if the ends of her soul would flicker out sometimes, bound by invisible gossamer threads.

This was ecstasy; this was liberation.

Then, the softest of footsteps, bearing the softest of eyes.

Her gaze dawned on the familiar-yet-strange form with hair of spun sunshine and eyes that belonged in a gold mine. There was a name attached to the memory of this boy, this man, this beautiful disaster.

"Edward." With certainty, with the curling of lips.

Then, as swiftly as she remembers, he speaks her name so suddenly it surprises her. Rose, he said, his voice unintentionally slurring the liquid velvet off his tongue. Rose, like the earth was about to shatter but all he's asking for is the assurance that she's there, that she's here. Rose, he said, as if he knew all there was about her, but how can that be, since she herself is not so sure of who she is? It was like a heavy, enthralling gaze hung over her mind, entrapping the tragedies which, unfortunately, could have been her life.

A quiet giggle escapes her mouth and she takes his gloved hand in hers, putting one on her waist and entangling another with her own fingers.

"Dance with me," like the most innocent of vixens.

And so he does, mystified, captivated, yet not so entirely consumed.

She is not sure why, but being with this Edward (she still cannot comprehend the depth and the myth his name holds for her) were the most intoxicating moments that had ever happened to her, like the lights and sounds were just figments of her imaginations, because there cannot be anything beyond his arms, his torn-confused-lovely face, and the shimmering paths they twirled on.

Then came the questions. He wanted to know how? who? why? But she cannot really answer for she herself does not fully understand.

So she says the one thing she is so positively, desperately wishing to be real.

"I've been waiting... for you... for us..." Her violet eyes become lidded with misplaced affection. "Edward..." So splendid and exquisite and whole.

"I love you." She whispered it so gently it must have hurt for her eyes to brim with so much pure, binding, relentless care.

But then he breaks away, and takes the innocence of the illusion along with him.

And hence comes the words she'll never say: Don't leave…This is right, this is all I've lived for.

But the world is cruel, isn't it?

Just like you.

fin

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Damn, I loved those last episodes. And I happen to like Rose, even more than Winry. Anyway, if you have anything to say (or, even if you don't) please

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