This is the first re-post from my old account, Tsuki Yarishi. No, it isn't rewritten- it's still the same thing that I wrote a long time ago. There are little edits, like changes in grammar and wording, but it's still the same. I might do a proper rework on this some time in the future, but until then... eh.
'It's sad... ' Winry thought as she walked through the corridors of Central Asylum, her footsteps echoing from the walls. She checked her watch. Only an hour left before visiting hours were over. Sighing, she continued on her way.
'He seemed fine two months ago. I didn't think after he died, he would turn out like this...'
It started two months ago when his brother died due to a rare disease. It didn't look serious, and he said he was fine... if only they knew what it was, maybe he would have survived.
At first he seemed okay. He didn't cry during his brother's funeral, Winry noticed that.
But then he started doing strange things. He refused to eat or drink anything, spending most of his days locked in his room. Winry was worried, but when he stopped doing these things, she thought it was all over.
She was wrong.
He started to forget things. Winry thought this was normal, as even she'd forget certain things at times. Then suddenly he started crying and laughing for no reason. It freaked her out, and she prayed this would stop.
It got worse.
He started getting paranoid... in some occasions believed someone wanted to kill him. He once lashed out at Winry who fell back, shocked at this unusual display of anger. Den seemed to be afraid of him now, something she could not understand. Wounds mysteriously appeared all over his body. Winry decided to investigate and discovered to her horror a trashbin...
Full of bloodstained knives.
Then one day... it all went downhill from there.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Winry asked, walking inside his room. She found him standing in front of the window, a cool breeze blowing through.
He turned to her, his expression sad and heavy.
"Winry... why am I still alive?"
Her eyes widened when this question was thrown at her. It took her a moment to recompose herself, and she said,
"Because you don't deserve to die. No one deserves to die at all, no matter what horrible things they've done."
"Then why did mom die? Why... why did he die?" He turned back to the window.
"It's my fault... Maybe if I'm gone, things will be better for everybody..."
Winry sensed something wrong.
"It's not your fault! What are you saying? It couldn't be helped that they got sick and-"
"That's not it, Winry. That's not it! He was sick for a while, and yet I didn't even notice it until it was too late! Until it was too late for him! It's my fault... I should have been the one to get sick..."
"Wait..."
He looked at her, smiling sadly.
"I'm sorry..."
He jumped out of the window.
Winry stood there frozen, eyes wide in shock. Seconds later, she rushed to the window and saw him lying there, limbs twisted in a sickening position.
She screamed.
Winry stopped in front of a door.
'This is it...'
She oppened the door and caught sight of a familiar blonde head, bedridden.
She smiled weakly as she walked towards him.
"Hello... Alphonse..."
