YO! I'm back with another story…AGAIN! This is a one shot! YEAH!
I thought I should write a story about what Al thinks of himself. We know what everyone thinks of him. So here it is. Thanks to all who reviewed! I am going to start posting answers to reviews of my one shots in my profile…yeah anyway here ya go!
GUILT
Alchemy has taken so much from me. Not only my body, but my childhood and life. My hope for leading a normal life is gone. Everything I care about is missing from my life…except for Whinrey.
In this state, I am immortal. Many seek immortality, not knowing the burdens. I have seen things that I could not have hoped to see without this metal body, I have no one to share these incredible things with.
Immortality is a curse. I watch as others around me die from old age while I stand frozen in time. My body doesn't age, Whinrey makes sure of that. She makes sure the metal does not rust. But my mind ages and my thoughts grow more mature with each passing day.
As I sit at my brother's grave, I think of everything I have said and done to hurt him. He had tried to give my life back to me and he gave all he had. He had wasted his entire life attempting to find a way, but I kept hurting him by my words and actions. I was a constant reminder of how he had failed to bring back out mother. I should have destroyed myself in the very beginning.
But I saw my brothers hurting eyes and knew I couldn't leave him alone. I see different hurting eyes now. Ones that have seen multitudes of people she loves die. I could not destroy myself without hurting her. If I break the seal then she will truly be alone and all she will have left is her business and her customers. And in seeing those customers she will be reminded of her brothers.
I thought of the words my brother had said to me before he died. He had said, "I'm sorry Al. I couldn't save you."
His last thoughts were guilty thoughts about me. I could see that his entire life, after our mother died, was filled with guilt. He had never been truly happy. It was my fault. I had failed him as a brother and not given him happiness, and I had made him feel as if he had failed me as well.
But I had only lived for him and Whinrey. I could never have lived in this body all this time without someone I loved standing right beside me. Not being able to smell or eat is worse than anyone can imagine and not being able to feel the embrace of another truly hurts.
The soul inside this metal body had endured the stares of people. It had dealt with the insensitivity of children and the insults of adults. Through it all I have found friends that don't care who I am, but I still feel the stinging remarks and the guilt of being who I am.
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