Missing Days (Alphonse Elric x Reader)

Intro

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hi guys! This is Erin and I thought I would thank anyone reading this for finding this and taking the time to read this! I don't know how often I will be able to update, but if you do read this please comment below so I am motivated to keep updating! Thanks! Enjoy ^U^
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You miss the days when you used to paint, or when you were able to tend to the flower garden that sat behind your house. You miss your hands... they used to be so gentle and precise with their work. Alphonse would often marvel at the small, delicate strokes you were able to produce in your paintings on a canvas. Small hands as Edward would tease, to which you would simply tease back about his height. Things never ended well after that. But Eward was right; your hands were small, but they got the job done.

Remorsefully, you stare down at your automail hands, and shiver. Now they are clumsy and cold. 

"Not any hand that someone would want to hold..." You think to yourself, blushing as your mind wanders to Alphonse. But you shake your head quickly, ashamed. He probably doesn't even give a second thought about liking you. You're just his childhood friend. Nothing more. But it certainly isn't nothing either.

Your automail hands clank as you shift them in your lap. They are too clumsy to paint. You don't have enought control over your fingers to do so, and even though you've had years to get used to it, it has never been enough to paint again. Your garden has become a jungle of overgrown weeds caged in a wroght iron fence. The flowers have since withered and died.

You clench your hands as you remember, trembling as the awful memory comes back to you. It might have been six years ago that you lost your hands... 

But you remember it like it was just yesterday.