Alphonse
Young, he said
in his own meaningless
tone that provoked
and if he could
he would have blinked with
surprise.
Stranger, he said
far too quick for comfort
but to believe it
for them, was easy
so the cold was felt
alone.
Empty, he said
and the steps were soon taken
away from the pair
as if lack of spirit
came along with him; or
death.
Fake, he said
in a voice that was full
of horror and pain
but the shame filled it later
and they laughed about his
fear.
Love, he said
but it was difficult
no matter how much
effort was made; because
of course, he was completely
different.
Life, he said
and there was absolutely no
reason why not
but it sometimes became
awfully easy for him to
forget.
Hate, he said
as he ran down the hall
after their differences
clashed yet again
in a colourful storm of
conflict.
Regret, he said
as he left him alone
cursing the fate
that kept them together
and cost him so much?
Never.
Author's note: Dammit! Fanfiction messed up the formatting a bit.
Yet more work! I'm on a serious roll. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I love you all.