This was inspired by a post on tumblr. heiligenscheinn was talking about HeiEd headcanon, and she said the she imagines Ed going thorough Alfons's stuff with Al, deciding what to keep and what to sell. When Ed goes through Alfons's books, a letter falls out. I decided to be evil, so I wrote said letter.
Edward,
My entire life, there's only ever been one thing I've ever needed. Physics, math, numbers, it all just added up without me even trying. Discovering rockets lit a fire under me, gave me a reason to move forward. And I suppose I'm greatful for that, because without rockets I would have never met you. I still remember that day- you, showing up at the lab on recommendation from our financial backers, all ragged and unshaven and rambling on about other worlds.
Finding out you were homeless after your father went missing a week after meeting you struck a chord within me. I suppose that's why I first offered my apartment for your use. That, and you reminded me of a stray cat. It felt almost natural, sleeping under the same roof every night and seeing your face every morning. You were always so interesting to have around, with your tales of magic and adventure in other worlds.
Sorry. Getting off topic. I started this letter for a reason, and I intend to finish it.
After a few weeks, I found that the center of my life was changing. No longer was I anticipating working on a new fuel formula when I woke, but seeing your face as I set out breakfast. My working hours were filled with stray thoughts of how your face would come alive when talking about your travels in a far off land. And then, one day, it hit me. I care about you. More then I should. And I know now that the only place left for me is hell.
I'm dying, Edward. I've discovered that I love you and I'm dying.
Perhaps that world of yours is real, an entire world where Alchemy exists, where souls bound to armor walk the land, where you can clap your hands and fix all that is broken. I long to see you happy with life, for the smile that appears on your face when you speak of your home to be a more permanant fixture. Perhaps, some day, you will find a way home.
I'm going to go to the lab for now, set up a cot and stay there for a few days. We're almost done with the rockets, my one goal, and I want to be there when they're finished.
Sorry.
Alfons
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