Remember
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Sometimes, Al just forgets
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Sometimes, Alphonse just forgets.
It is easy because he tries not to think about it. It isn't like he wants to forget. No, more often than not because it has been too long. He had other things to worry about. Are they safe? Does this place or person have the information that they are looking for? Is Big Brother okay? Is Winry and Granny okay?
He tries really hard to forget because it just wasn't important.
But sometimes…just sometimes, it happens.
Anything can set it off. It is a comment or something that Big Brother or their friends do. Sometimes, he could be sitting by himself.
Then he hits him like a brick.
He remembers.
He remembers how the rain or a warm shower would run down his skin. He remembers what the warm aroma of pie or a feather would feel in-between his fingers. He remembers hearing the sounds of train running along its track. He remembers staring out into a sunset and thinking how pretty it is.
He remembers because his soul remembers.
Teacher explains it to him and Big Brother. It was a lesson with a blind fold and on a cool fall day. She asked them to memorize the backyard then blind folds them and asks them to describe her back yard in detail from the smells of the flowers and sounds of birds. The point of the lesson was simple. When a soul is place in another body or vessel, its draws from its experiences and memories to give the feeling of sight, sound, smell and touch.
The icy feel of snow, the sun's rays, a dog's barking, the smell of fall in the air….he remember it.
He remembers and it hurts.
That is a longing and a physical pain. He wants to reach and feel something…anything. It is an ache in his chest that he shouldn't feel but he does. Sometimes, it takes a while for it to go away or fades into a dull ache. He keeps it to himself. He doesn't want to upset his big brother. Big Brother has enough to worry about than this.
So, instead, he writes in his notebook. He writes about the food that he will try some day and the places that he will see with his own two eyes. He draws a map of his favorite spots that he promises himself that he will go visit. He writes about the smells of bread when he visits this town again or the people he will talk too again. Not as a giant statue but as him.
He promises himself that he will.
Until then, he tries to forget.
Sometimes, it works.
End
A/N: -hugs Alphonse-