Quiet.
Then a sob resonates in the room.
The words are jumbling out before he could stop them.
"I....I can't keep up my happy façade anymore."
He looks down, fresh tears staining his face.
"Everyday I have to act. Ever since I was ten years old. I have to act tough and happy with my life choices. I.... I mess up absolutely everything I do. Everything.
I....I have a crush on this...guy. And I can't tell him because he's dating someone else and I know that I will never ever deserve him. I'll just mess this up too. I know I will."
Edward hugs Izumi. She looks puzzled.
"How do you know that you will mess everything up, Edward?"
"I..I was ten. My brother and I lived in Resembool at this time. There was a really heavy storm and I wanted to go out into it and play. Like we did when we were smaller. He didn't want to, seeing the signs of a flood. I didn't, and I pressured him enough to say yes.
We went out. I found the signs of a flood..but it's always too late.
He got caught up in the tide, and I couldn't find him until he was passed out on the bank the last two hours of my search. His legs were under a thick tree branch. T-That's why...That's why h-he...he's in the wheelchair. A-And the reason..." Edward cuts off and his hands fist Izumi's shirt.
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Alphonse paced back and forth in his kitchen. His wheels scuttling and spurting because they turned so much.
Al raises a hand and fists his long hair. He hiccups back a sob, and looks conflicted.
He takes his phone from his pocket and unlocks it. His fingers hover over the contact, " Brother-san :D ". He lowers his thumb to the call button, but stops at the last moment. He pulls his hand away, and he puts his hands back in his hair. Unwanted tears cascade down his face, plopping onto his phone screen.
He hiccups, then wipes the tear trails away. He soon catches his gaze to the backyard door. Wheeling toward, he opens it up. Once he is a good length outside, he looks at the heavens, stars twinkling. He whispers as his face is attacked with tears.
"Dear lord, if you're really up there, why have you plagued my brother and I with an atrocity like this," Al closes his eyes and he was struck with a sudden thought.
"M-Mom...I'll.....I'll--" Alphonse was cut off by his phone.
Loud chiming erupted from his phone, and it showed that "Brother-san :D" was calling. He clears his throat, does a few test ,'Brother!'s and answered, smile plastered on his face.
"Brother! How nice of you to call! What's up?"
"Hi Alu. I've missed you. I just wanted to call you and see how you've been doing."
Wow. Ed sounded kind of peppy. Al's smile twitched.
"I'm doing okay. Actually Ed I need to tell you someth-" Al gets cut off by Ed screaming into the phone.
"OKAY?! HOW CAN YOU BE JUST OKAY?! DO I NEED TO STAB A MOTHER-TRUCKER ON A BICYCLE?! DO I NEED TO GET MY RUSTY SPOON?!"
Alphonse laughs weakly.
"No,Bro. I'm fine, it's okay. A-Actually...I want to meet up with you tomorrow. I have something really important to tell you." His smile then almost disappeared. If he was going to tell Edward, he might as well tell him in person.
"Yeah sure. How about at the diner near our house? Sound good?"
A shaky breath blows into the receiver.
"O-Of course. I have been meaning to go there. At 6, okay?"
Edward responds, and they say their goodbyes. Alphonse locks his phone.
"I-I....I'm just g-glad this happened to me instead of brother."
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Edward smiles brightly as he ends the call. He just made plans to go to the diner with his brother tomorrow, oh and how he couldn't wait to see him again.
Suddenly, he hears the door open from the dorm. He glances at the door and does a double take. He freezes.
Roy Mustang.
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