FIC: Dry Eyes
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Title: Dry Eyes
Author: drummerdancer
Verse: First Anime
Characters/Pairings: Edward/Rosé
Prompt 240: Crossover
Word Count: 454
Rating: K+
Summary: She never cried for him.
She never cried for him.
There were a lot of things for her to be sad about. Her parents, her village, her fiancé...but never him. She could never be sad about Edward.
Like a twister set on a path for destruction, Edward came into her life in a blur of steely gray and fiery gold, hot as the overhead sun, and cool as the desert night. He questioned her life, her thoughts, her beliefs, and crushed them like ants underfoot. He destroyed everything she was and left her in pieces, sharp and pointed and laced with blood.
But in the aftermath of the storm, he also gave her a silver lining, a reason to live, to move forward, to hope. In the wake of chaos, he granted her the choice; to wallow in pity and die alone, or to rise to the challenge like he himself had years ago. Only, it had never been a choice; by then, she was forever spellbound in his web of ideas and naive idealisms.
She didn’t cry, not even when she relived that awful night he was taken from her. Not a single tear trailed her face as she recalled that heart-stopping, gut-wrenching moment when the monster’s blade pierced his chest like a kabob, a fatal wound that bled like a never-ending geyser. He hadn’t cried, not even as he laid there bleeding out from his chest in agony, already knowing that he was dead.
She couldn’t cry, not even now as she glanced down at the child in her lap. His eyes made it no secret who his father was. Even now, they stared at her, challenged her, outright asked her if she was going to breakdown, to cry. She shook her head; no, she wouldn’t cry, not as long as she had him.
And secretly, she still had Edward. Not in body, of course; she had watched him from afar as he traded his flesh for his brother’s in selfless desperation, thus leaving Rosé behind forever. No; she still had him in thought, in her dreams. And he was still alive in those moments, living in a world similar and completely different than her own. And sometimes, in the dead of night, she crossed over to that other side to be with him. She would touch her forehead with his own and listen to his breathing, steady and rhythmic, proof that he was alive. She could hear his thoughts, warm and welcome and unreserved like he was in waking. And she smiled as she felt it, the pull he still had on her heart as she felt her feelings returned.
She would never cry, for she had everything she had ever wanted.
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