Dear Brother,

I wish I could tell you about the things that weigh us down. I wish I could tell you what floats around in my head every night. I wish you could know. But what you don't makes you stronger. It makes us able to pursue our goal. Because I can't hold onto it anymore. It hurts too much. I really, really trusted you. I really, really trusted my life, my heart in your hands. And you dropped it. I am thankful that you picked it up, but... I can't stand to hide the crack anymore. It's tearing me apart and I hate it.

I wish you could know how long I've been lost. How many times I've looked around without being able to see. Without being able to even walk. And yet I did. I forced my legs to move on That Day. I forced myself up when all I wanted to do was stay down. And I forced myself to execpt myself. To execpt us. What we've become. When all we really have been is monsters. Selfish monsters. And I know that's cruel to say, but it's true. Teacher always said we'd arrive on the truth I've arrived to it, even though you saw the gate. She ment that we'd know where to go, even though we had no light. That, once our door opened, we had to go threw it. When all we've been doing is forcing it closed. Thinking we've been doing good. And it's tearing me apart.

If only you knew what I am. If only I knew what I am. I hide in my armor because I have no other place to go. Because I'm stuck in it. But you execpted me. I think. At least, you did. Then I was left so alone. I can only wonder... Why?

Brother, why did you do this to me? Why did you make me trapped in this? Winry and Granny always have... Been so off. I've been hurting and all alone...

Winry took your side. She's been with you and... And she sees me, but we aren't friends anymore. Brother, it feels like we aren't even family. It feels like we knew each other. No more than we met at the library and... And we were talking, then you knocked my books from my hands and left. I don't know what I did. But I want to make it right. But Teacher won't let me.

I don't know how come I feel so bad and how come it makes me lonely, but I just am lost. I can't find my path because I was so used to you leading the way. Whenever anybody made a comment about my armor or the way I was, you would knock them upside the head. I know it wasn't right for you to do it, but it somehow made the thing they said not so bad. Now it just haunts me because I can't stand up for myself.

And christmas time is very hard. Winry will come and want a very big an expensive gift, one that I want to but can't get her. Then she'll throw something tiny and worth little thought in my face, almost as if she has to. Even if I did get her the gift she wanted. But you somehow manage to get her something better, and she won't talk to me until I do something equil. It didn't used to be that way. Now, because I can't pull strings like you can, I'm nowhere close to being friends with her.

Nobody wants to talk to me anymore. Because you convinced them that I wasn't worth it. That I was big and scary. Why did you do that to me? I loved you, Brother. Very much. Why did you backstab me like that?

The moon isn't bright like it used to be. I hear others talking about how winter is even colder then last year. It's a good thing I can't feel it. Because, if I did, I would have to suffer even worse alone. You forgot my birthday. I still remember yours. I even thought about getting you something. But you forgot.

Now I'm all alone. The dark isn't so scary. Dad came and visited. He brought me a picture of Mom. He wished you were there. Even though you didn't like him, he loves you. He asked me to tell you that.

I hope your new apartment is okay. I hope it's big enough to hold all your books. And pictures you took of Mom and Winry. I hope you finally have a desk big enough so you can put all your millitary papers in it. The assesment is coming up. Try not to forget your report. I was cleaning our old room just the other day. I found an old card I got for you about a year, two years ago. It was torn in half and half and written on in ink. It said something like, "You wear you're heart on your sleeve, I only tried to help you fill the empty space inside of you, you were never good enough, what you made us believe in was crap, go to heck.", but it was torn, as I said, so I couldn't read it all the way. I really thought that card was special, but...

I hope you have enough to eat every day. Kepe yourself in shape. I don't know why I don't hate you. But I don't. So please stop telling the others that I'm scary and big and not worth their time. Because I loved you and you loved me. I put up with a lot and so did you. I beg you, Brother, please stop.

Perhaps the wounds will heal with time. I hope they do. Signed, Your Brother,

Alphonse Elric

This is like a little letter from me(being Alphonse), to my old friend(being Ed). Everything mentioned in here happened to me. My other old friend is like Winry. Everything is true in this, only I made it FMA style. Everything. Even down to the point of the card. If you read this, and you know who you are, I want you to know that I'm not holding any grudges. I only wish you'd stop stealing my friends and telling the others that I'm horrible, even though you knew I'd give my life for you. Thanks for reading. Reviews? I'd love them. Thanks again.

~DragonsRuleYourDreams12~