Edward Elric Diar...Journals
Chapter One
July 19
9:00 PM
I wonder if it's weird that an eighteen-year-old alchemist is keeping a diary? Probably.
I just think it would be good to get my thoughts down, is all.
JOURNAL! Not diary! THIS IS A JOURNAL. That makes it seem manlier.
Ok, maybe it doesn't.
Not like manliness is set in stone. There's macho, there's pretty boy….There's feminine-manliness…Don't ask.
At least I know my Diar... JOURNAL! Won't judge me.
Anyway, So here I am. The Fullmetal Alchemist. I should be back in Central really, using my alchemic powers for the state as I did when I was younger. But no, I'm here in this other world, where Alchemy doesn't exist. I'M GOING CRAZY! I swear, I would give almost anything for a simple transmutation right now! Anything except my brother.
Oh yea…I didn't mention Al's here. He stayed in this world to be with me. At first I was upset with him for not going home, but now I couldn't be more thankful. It's great to have him here, and in the flesh and blood too! He's still getting used to his body, the poor kid. Almost every time he sees himself in the mirror, he jumps. Then he just stands there, staring like his body is the most amazing thing in the world. I can't blame him; he was without it for so long. It's just great to see him happy again, being able to eat and sleep like a normal kid again.
So Al and I have our own place now. It's great, just the two of us. We stay up until midnight, and then sleep in late. Al even has his sights on a girl! We're beginning to run low on money though. I'll need to get a job soon. But I'll worry about that some other time.
I'm thinking of getting Al a kitten. He loves them so much, and we can have one now that we're staying in one place. I wouldn't mind a cat either. They're generally clean and independent, and I love seeing Al so happy.
So it's settled. Tomorrow we get a kitten.
11:00 PM
I can't sleep, dammit!
I'm thinking of Winry again. When she used to be in my thoughts at night I'd smile because I knew I could see her back in Risenbul. Now I feel like sobbing, because I won't get to talk to her again. She's so beautiful, and happy, and…
I think I may love her.
Not that I would know what love is in a relationship, it's not like I've ever experienced it before. I just don't know how much longer I can survive without her smile. Hell, I'd take a wrench right now if it meant I got to see her.
I feel like breaking down and crying. I can't, it'll worry Alphonse. I just have to stay strong and keep it inside.
So what are a few tears on a piece of paper anyway?