"Don't Go...Don't leave me alone…"

Those were my thoughts when we parted for good, Alfred left me. I sat there, on the wet, muddy ground, tears streaming down my dirty cheeks. Why? Why did he have to leave? Could it be that it was because…

I wasn't good enough?

One day Alfred showed up wearing glasses, he looked different…and I realized he was no longer a child. I couldn't bring myself to admit it so all I still called him a brat, and I still treated him as if he was still a young boy. But never did I expect him to suddenly come up to me and ask me for independence. He doesn't understand how I feel; it's like losing a part of me. He was my most precious younger brother, so of course I refused to let him become independent. That was when he finally declared war.

I can't look him in the eye anymore, I feel as if I'd break down into tears and cry in front of him. I finally realized how much I miss him, how much I needed him, but of course, I couldn't tell him that.

Alfred is so stupid and dense, of course he wouldn't be able to notice that I…

Have fallen in love with him