Alphonse was usually a quiet person. But not today. Today he would not be quiet. Today, he would not accept what had happened. On this day, he screamed. He screamed as if there would be no tomorrow; as if the world had ended. And for him, it had.
"Brother! No! You can't go, not now!" Alphonse was on his knees, pleading fruitlessly with a gravestone in a martial cemetery.
"Al…it's alright..." Winry tried to comfort him.
"No it's not! My brother is dead because of me! If I hadn't been so stupid…." Al's voice cracked, and he looked at the ground, eyes mournful and cheeks tearstained.
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He rarely cried, just as Alphonse rarely yelled. But today was different. Today, he had lost his reason for living.
Edward Elric was dead, and Roy Mustang cried. He cried earnestly, his shoulders shaking, his hands over his face. He had never told Ed how he felt about him; he wished he had, but he was far too much of a coward...and now it was far too late.