Word Count: 250
Characters: Gracia, Elicia, past Maes/Gracia
Summary: There is always a risk of losing what has been gained.
Notes: This wanted to eat the word limit. >.>; Written for fma_fic_contest, Prompt 79: Fly. Didn’t place, but this little ficlet has a special spot in my heart all the same.
When it comes to falling in love, there is always a risk of loss. Gracia Hughes possibly knows this better than anyone.
She remembers what it had been like, with Maes: it had been exhilarating and maybe just a little dangerous at first, a bit like freefall—breathtaking and joyous. As time passed, the dynamic had changed a little; they had learned how to soar above the clouds together, and it had been just as exciting and blissful then as it had been at the start.
And then Maes had been murdered, and Gracia’s wings (and heart) had been broken—she had been grounded, her wings rendered useless by forces outside of her control.
She frets when Elicia falls in love for the very first time. She wants to tell her daughter of the possible dangers, but she cannot bring herself to do so, not when Elicia looks so happy.
So, Gracia stands at the sidelines, watching as Elicia tries out her wings and then falls in mid-flight. Her heart aches for her daughter—aches because Elicia has to suffer through her first heartbreak.
She holds Elicia when she cries, trying to comfort her within the circle of her own broken wings.
And then, one day, Elicia dries her tears and she stands, proud and no longer broken. “I’m all right, mama,” she declares, and smiles resiliently.
The thing that Gracia has managed to forget throughout all of these years is this:
Sometimes, things that have been broken heal magnificently.