A/N; I know. I have no excuses except laziness on not updating All These Years and It's Too Late. I will try and update before Friday. This will barely be longer than a drabble, but I don't want to post it with my drabble series.

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. If I did, it would have just a tad of Elricest at the end. ;)

Warnings: Language, One-sided Elricest.

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I guess some things just aren't meant to be. Either that, or some higher power hates me. The Gate…God…whoever is up there.

You see, I'm in love with someone.

Not just anyone someone either.

A man.

My younger brother.

Alphonse.

I don't know how it happened. It just did. Maybe because he's all I have. I honestly don't know.

Maybe it's his hair; the beautiful golden hair that matches my own.

Or maybe his golden eyes, always so open and revealing.

Maybe it's because, ever since Mom died and that bastard called our father walked out on us, he's been the only one there. The only one there that understands.

I know Winry think she understands, but she really doesn't. She doesn't even know half of what Alphonse knows about me.

He knows all about me; maybe he knows me better than myself.

He knows about my nightmares…how much I blame myself…the pain…the guilt…how much I wish I could take it all back. He knows about the nights I stay awake and cry, about the unfairness of it all.

He knows how much I wish I never had to go into the military.

How I wish we could have saved Nina.

How I wish he had allowed me to kill her bastard of a father.

How I wish Mustang and I could have gotten along better, because honestly, I respected Roy.

How I would have given anything to keep Maes Hughes from being snatched away from us far too soon.

And, I know a lot about him as well.

How he wishes he was strong enough to tell me no.

How he wishes he could have gotten my arm and leg back.

How he wants to be able to turn back time, to keep our mom from dieing and our father from leaving.

But, he can't know my darkest secret; that I'm in love with him.

It was a hell of a lot easier when he was in the armour. For some reason, it was almost as if my secret was safer somehow.

He wasn't in all his glory. He wasn't able to show the brotherly love for me.

But now, that he has his body back, things seem harder.

For instance, when it storms, he insists on sleeping in my bed with me. I always agree, but try to keep a little distance between us.

Or, when I see him in the clothes he borrows from me right when he gets out of the shower.

He's the centre of my universe.

God, he's beautiful.

I don't want to tell him. He's just too precious to me. I couldn't bear to lose him.

So for now, I'll keep my secret to myself.

Because, some things just aren't meant to be.

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A/N: Heh. Yeah…random idea I got in Spanish today. I'm actually proud of this one. Please R&R!