A/N: Warning for crappy writing.
I climbed up the small depressing hill and stopped at the top. Looking around, my eyes glanced at every tombstone that stood there, my heart filling with the sorrow that hung in the air. A shaky sigh escaped my lips and I advanced toward my objective.
A single stone stood out against the rest, a statue of an angel kneels by it's side. I had made it special for him, for it had the likeness of me. I can't be here everyday, but this me can and watch over him until the next time we meet.
I stood and watched the grave for half a minute, and began to think back to those good ol' days. Where it was me and him against the world. Of course, sometimes, it was just me against him. True, we did have our bad moments, but there were good moments, too.
The two of us would wait until midnight just to try to hear Santa's bells on Christmas eve. Of course, we always did pass out once the clock hit twelve o' one. The next morning, the prints of reindeer's feet lay in the snow, and we would silently curse ourselves for even having thought of sleep.
Wherever I went, he went. Not even two steps behind. If I wanted something, he wanted it, too. And this greatly annoyed me. At the time, I thought it to be horrible. But now, mother tells me that he only wanted to be like me, his big brother.
And now, I feel like a fool.
Silently, I placed the flowers at his grave and sat down.
"Hey, Al." I said, my voice shaking.
I cleared my throat and began to start over. "Hey...h-how've you been?"
The stone that bore his name only stared at me, not giving me a decent reply. I looked around once more, seeing if I was alone. Once I clarified I was, I began once more.
"I'm sorry I haven't seen you in a while. It's not that I've been to busy to see you, it's just...I had no way to get up here."
Looking over at the hill's gate, I saw the car that I was brought here in. That bastard is good for one thing, at least.
"Winry and I are doing alright. She has a boyfriend now." A light chuckle bounced off the stone and back into my ears. "No, it's not me."
I sat in silence, letting a smile slap itself on my face. Me and the stone stared at each other for what seemed like ages until I opened my mouth, letting words pour out.
"I think I'm going to study medical alchemy...so that nobody has to die with what you had ever again..."
If only I could have saved you back then...
My smile grew sad as I looked down at the tombstone once more and stood up. Putting my hand on it, it was strangely warm, as if he had been sitting on it and listening to me this whole time.
"Bye, Al..." I mumbled and walked away.
A gust of wind hit my ears and a whisper entered them. My eyes went wide but I shook my head in a skeptic way. Even though it must have been the wind and my imagination working together to fool me, the words still lingered in my head as I climbed into the car.
"Bye, Brother. Love you..."
Alphonse Elric
A loving son, brother, and friend
1900 - 1908
A/N: This short story, or poem, is dedicated to my little sister who died at the age of 8 of an illness. I miss you, Jelly Bean. Big brother loves you...
Samantha Jean Williams
A loving daughter, sister, and friend
November 5, 1996 - May 25, 2005
We will miss you
Our little Jelly Bean