Betrayal of the Senses

by John Locke

Alphonse has been restored back to his body, but has his body accepted his mind, and his new memories with open arms? Angsty onesided AlphonsexWinry, and hinted EdXWinry. Ficlets.

A/N: This was supposed to be a stand-alone drabble ficlet thing. But I decided am going to write the other four senses.

Betrayal of the Senses-Feel

The pain rips through my mind, just as the razor rips through my skin. I tear open my own self to prove to you that I am human; I can bleed, I can hurt, I can cry. The pain of the sharpened tool ends when my fingers start to tremble, but I dare not remove the instrument from my flesh. The blood running over its surface is making it too hard to grasp.

I let the blood flow freely into my palms, over my finger tips as I stare defiantly into your horrified face.

Your tears match mine, drop by drop. You can never really understand this, my purpose for showing you my humanity. For all the years I spent as an unfeeling shell of metal, you couldn't see me. You couldn't see my desire, my love for you. The fact that I would do anything to have you love me back. Or just recognize my love at the very least.

I at least wanted to know you had some inkling of compassion stored deep in your heart. But you turned to him, out of sheer convenience, for he was the only place you could turn.

As the blood runs still, down is the only place it can go. Just as my spirit fails to stay alive, it falls downward in despair. I am finally human but my sole reason to be human, you, could not care less. But tell me this;

Then why should I?

I finally rip the blade from my marred wrist with a sickening noise, and the blood runs more free yet. Just as you stole my heart from my chest, I steal the feeling from my flesh. This pain cannot compare to what you have caused me to feel.