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Alphonse opened his eyes and went into shock.
The sun burned his eyes; eyes that weren't accustom to the natural light of the sun. Only use to the lack of darkness at the door.
Every inch of his skin was hyper sensitive, feeling everything for the first time; wind, dust, his hair across his back, shoulders, and arms. The hair itself feeling like it was ripping out of his skull in the soft breeze.
He inhaled deeply, almost choking on the fresh air. His eyes rolled back, world spinning as he tried to grasp this old, but completely new world.
Then he felt two strong arms wrap around him, blond hair clouding his vision. A familiar scent surrounded him, calmed him. It wasn't until he felt tears drop on his shoulder, that he felt solid. He felt alive.
"Welcome home, Al" Edward whispered, sobbing into his shoulder.