Alfred's head pounded and he ran, ran, ran, so fast he thought the world would fall down around him and crumble away into a thousand pieces and not one person would care. The rosemary bush around him shouted its scent at her and laughed at her and smelled so good. But he kept running. Past everything he knew until he reached somewhere he had never wanted to go.
It was here, wasn't it
The air smelled different now. His nose stung the way it did when he was in a dust storm, like in the other states… The ground was so dry and cold. He knelt to the ground and let brown dirt sift through his hands.
It was mud back then
But he made himself mud. Tears ran down his face like waterfalls and landed in the dirt. With the smell of dirt still burning his dry nose, Alfred couldn't help it…
I miss him so bad
His older brother had held him close to his chest and he could always hear his heartbeat and it was nice. He missed that so much, and most of the time it was because he needed stronger arms to hold a broken hero…
It was short!
Sorry =3=