Author's Notes: Aw, okay. So here's something I thought up when listening to The Kill. (3o Seconds to Mars.) Urgh. Which reminds me- that music video is AMAZING. I love it. It's based off of Stephen King's 'The Shining.' Which makes it sooo much better. That, and Jared Leto is absolutely gorgeous. Er... anyway, here. : pushes fanfiction toward hungry readers :


xx Jealousy xx


Alphonse wasn't a normally jealous person.

In fact, he could sit patiently on the couch at night, his hands folded in his lap, and his mind wandering, all the while waiting for his beloved big brother to return home. He could be licking the blood from his bottom lip after getting into a fight with himself, he could be rubbing his eyes heavily trying to dry away non-existent tears. He could do anything.

Except watch Edward with another person. Another person who spoke of dreams, and believing in eternity with the person you love and the person you'd die for. And crumbling inside without them. . . Winry sure had a way with words.

And it made Al sick. It made his insides throb with depression and anxiety knowing that now it was too late. He could never tell the elder Elric how he'd felt for the past few years. How he'd yearned to be in his brother's arms, telling him his deepest emotions and how he craved the contact he'd never had. Ever. Distant and cold.

And so when Ed and Winry had begun seriously dating, Al couldn't possibly mask the evident jealousy written inside his bronze eyes. It was so very visible. After a night out, lipstick smeared across his brother's lips, eyes glazed over with a look of passionate euphoria. It drove him crazy, made him internally ill. And the condition only worsened when the two became engaged. When they started sleeping together on a nightly basis. When they became married. When they had a child. When . . .

It was too much after that. Jealousy has its limitations, much like every other emotion.

Al wasn't normally a jealous person. He was too good-natured, and loving, and loveable to ever wish ill harm on anyone. But that was before Ed was taken from him, slowly and agonizingly. His love struck mind couldn't even comprehend what it was like to feel the empty feeling in the pit of his stomach when the realization hit that his chance was gone. If he'd only acted a moment sooner, a second sooner, it all could've been his. Instead, he was always a step behind-- watching their receding footprints in the snow, chasing after them wearily, without the same vigor he once had fused in his passion for Edward. It had died along with his inability to feel jealousy.

Al wasn't normally suicidal either. . .

xx Owari xx


Closing Note: Wow, it's been a while, huh guys? Sorry for not posting in so long. I've been really into music!fanfiction lately. Odd. But anyway, those of you who gave me words to use, I'll still use them. I've just recently gotten my butt in gear with my fanfiction again. It took some re-reading of my old work, and RPing to start up again to get me into the mood. I love you all.