Rest In Peace
"The sands of time have ran out" He woke up, shocked. The troubling dream… Only that last phrase he could remember. Despite his efforts, no other part of that subconscious realm was shown to him. He gently sighed, and felt his mouth and cheeks moist. It wasn't saliva, of that he was certain.
He wearily got out from the bed and went to the bath room. A presence of slumber stood by him, controlling him. It made his limbs feel heavy; his breathing became more paused by every passing second, more forced. His mind drabbled back to the dream… to the said words, perhaps it was an omen? He hoped not; the only omen he pictured for those words was death. Who cared who's death it was, it all the same seemed not a pleasant thing to him.
He reached for the light and looked at the image the mirror gave him. A sensation of horror took hold of his body. Even in the dim light he could clearly see it. The moisture in his face was a crimson substance, which glittered evilly, as if mocking him.
His chest felt compressed, saturated. He coughed… more blood.
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"I'm sorry Herr Hiedrich, but you have tuberculosis" His eyes crystallized. After all, it was an omen…to him. He left the doctor's place and walked to his house. How many more times would he be able to do that? To walk from one place to another… to simply walk? He had never known love; he had never felt at peace… The latter thing, he knew he would feel it, while resting.
The streets, full of people, seemed to him a mass of dull beings. He couldn't feel the simplicity of daily things anymore. The turning tides of his feelings were now just a calm oasis, a depressing illusion…
As he reached the door, he realized that sooner or later he'd have to tell him. He was still sleeping, his pseudo-younger brother, Edward. But he did not want to bear with that responsibility yet; even if Edward was a grown-up boy, his mind was still the one of a child, with all its dreams and fantasy.
His heavy footsteps drove him back to his bed, where he lay and, in an attempt to forget everything, closed his shattered eyes.
Wow... I'm writing about Alphonse Hiedrich, a non-manga character... Despite the fact that I've never seen the anime and watched Conqueror Of Shambala only once... Nevertheless, I guess I just felt like writing an angsty story that wasn't personal AND that I could submit to the site... Here you go