"You seem..like a nice person, you have a gentle smile,eyes that shimmer and a comforting aura..surrounding you. I love Alphonse, but there's a fucked up part of me that wants nothing but to destroy everything in the way of me getting back to him.To...
So this is the day after where you and Seth met up at the fire and talked about Alphonse and Seth and Al's past, there will be mentions of (b/f/n) in here but I would just like to clarify, (B/F/N) AIN'T DEAD-
- Your POV -
I laid down in my bed - more like Alphonse and I's bed - and stared at the ceiling. I felt bad. No. I felt a mix of emotions. I never told Seth my past, I just ran away right after screaming at him.
Sure, I hated Seth more than anything, but yesterday I felt bad seeing him cry. Seeing him cry because of me. I don't think Seth told Alphonse about our chat last night but I think that's for the best. I really didn't want Seth and Alphonse to get in a fight again.
I grabbed my phone from the side table and looked through my notifications. Pocket Camp, System updates due, 14 missed voicemails, 27 unread messages. Well shit.
I looked through the messages and voicemails, most of them were either from Seth, Alphonse, (b/f/n) or Finn. I sighed again and went through my camera roll, I wondered about all the weirdass stuff I had in there. As I scrolled through all my photos and videos, I spotted one in particular that caught my eye. It was me and (b/f/n), sitting on a roof and just staring at the sunset;
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I smiled, my eyes prickling with tears.
That was the day (b/f/n) had brought me out for a drive to clear my mind because they knew I was having a bad week.
That was the happiest day of my life.
"(Y/N)..?"
I jumped and looked up, seeing Alphonse looking at me with a concerned face. "Al!" I quickly wiped my eyes and stifled a sob. "Hey..(Y/N).. Don't cry, what's wrong boo?" he asked as he looked down at my phone. "Oh..." he sighed and pat my shoulder. "I just.. I wish I could reverse time and go back.. with (b/f/n).." I said as I began to cry into Alphonse's shoulder. "Shh..shhhh..I know how you feel.. sometimes I wish I could reverse time too just to fix my mistakes or relive something."
