Blood...
Violent coughing sessions usually ended with a handful of blood spurting out of his mouth and leak down his chin and onto his shirt, leaving a stain that could never be washed out even with water and detergent and bleach. And when he was done coughing, he would look down at the blood stains, praying for a bit more time to spend on the mortal world. His nights were spent wishing upon stars; over and over again he would repeat in his mind and wish with all his might
"Please...Please let me stay here for a while. Until he can find a way back home...Just a bit more, please..."
The blonde alchemist would lie on the other side of the bed, slumbering in peace and unaware and oblivious to his roommate's prayers. He didn't know, Alfons had never told Edward that his time was limited, that he was bound to die sooner than everybody else. If only he knew...Alfons shook his head, knowing Edward would get upset and scream and make a fuss over the inevitable destiny waiting for the Aryan. Besides...Alfons would smile and wipe away the blood with his sleeve and glance back at the blonde alchemist what would he do all alone in this world? He wasn't sure whether the stories Edward always told were just his imagination, or real. But he still wanted to help him go back there, no matter how ridiculous the stories got. Night after night, the only thing that kept Alfons alive was the thought of Edward going back home. And he'd be happy once more, and don't need Alfons to help him in a strange world.
One more day...Just one more day...
He'd pray every night.
I know, tomorrow he will find a way back. Please. Just spare one more day.
A/N: ...So? What do you guys think? Horrible? Ok? Great? Yeah right XD Constructive criticism and reviews are more than welcomed/