The world is a cruel place, filled with people who will kill for themselves. The world is full of people who only show contempt; people who do not care how many people they hurt to get what they want. People who live for themselves, and break other people just to reach a certain goal for themselves. People who live alone, isolated from the world.
Some people say my brother is like that.
It is true, if you just look at him, and watch distantly. He seems that way, indifferent in who he hurts to get what he wants. Reasoning to the point of cruelty, and calculating to the point of cold hearted. He is not. Sometimes I do not know what to think. I can see sometimes that he wants to cry, when everything has been thrown around, and his plans have crumbled. When everything seems hopeless, and he can not find a way to make it better. But even though he wants to, he does not. He clenches his teeth, and goes on. He waves it off, and says things will go better next time. He lies away his pain.
But it never really goes away. We both carry something that can not be defined. A sorrow and a burden that can not be described by words, or any thoughts we can put to it. There is also a loyalty, and love that we can not break. It has come close, wavering, and cracking at times, but we have always worked it out. Sometimes I am not sure we will work it out. Sometimes I fear that we will not make up, that the damage will not be fixed, but it always is. When everything falls apart we only have each other to fall back on, and sometimes I think I am one of the only people he can fall onto without fear.
That is why I follow him. That is why I make sure I am always there, constantly his companion, even when I do not want to. Even when I feel like crying, like breaking down, and giving up because I am tired of being a fourteen year old boy trapped in a suit of armor. Because I am tired of being seen as some strange creature, and not being able to feel anything. That is why I keep following him, and trust him, because he needs someone who will trust him. That is why breaking the trust we have in each other might just break him, and shatter the strength he holds up for me.
I am fourteen years old. I owe a debt nothing can fill to my brother. My soul is locked to a seven foot suit of armor by nothing more then my brother is blood. I am the Fullmetal Alchemist's younger brother, Alphonse Elric, the younger Elric brother.
And I still live because my brother loves me
A/N:This was written with Miranda Crystal-Bearer's permission as a companion piece to her story from Edward's perspective,Tainted Love. Please read that as well, it's better!