Okies! I am hoping that this chapter will go over better than the previous one. I am still lacking some inspiration for drabbles, but annoyingly I seem to be able to come up with ideas for normal length FanFics easily. GRR! Whatever. A small update: I will no longer be able to update on Mondays or Tuesdays. At least for now. This is because my parents are divorced, and I am with my dad on Mondays and Tuesdays. The main issue is that my computer at my dad's place has these annoying parental controls that block the page that let's me add chapters. If this lasts, then it also means I will not be able to update every other weekend. Don't worry, I will still be releasing 7 drabbles every week. Just... at random times. I hope everyone is okay with this temporarily. I will find another way to update soon.
Ok, so this is the deal. For this drabble, let's pretend that Al got his body back magically, no gate-switcher-uperz (In other words, both Ed and Al are both still in Amestris). This makes it a lot easier as a writer if I just say that.
This is from Alphonse's POV.
I stared up at the starlit sky. It never failed to stun me. Below me, I could fell the cold, damp, solid and dependable grass. More dependable than a lot of things in life. Grass didn't have a brain or a conscience, therefore could not leave you, betray you, discourage you or encourage you. Grass was Switzerland.
I wondered if I was supposed to feel at peace with myself in Resenbool, my hometown of all places. If I was supposed to, then my brain must have gotten deformed at the gate, because I certainly did not feel at peace with anyone, let alone myself.
Why was I always the tag-along? Why did I always get the bad luck? It seemed as though everyone in the entire world had everything they ever wanted. They had life easy. But I was always second. Even when Ed and I were children, and we were fighting about who would marry Winry, I somehow knew I didn't stand a chance in Winry's eyes. Even though I loved -love- Winry as much, or even more than my brother. I suppose you could call it wishful thinking. And, sure enough, whose wedding was I attending this weekend? None other than my dear brother Elric's and his fiancée Winry's.
I was sixteen. I had my real body back. Yet, it only felt as if people were gradually drifting away from me…
And sometimes, I wonder if I will be forgotten altogether.
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