Disclaimer:I still don't own FMA. But, I do own...MANGA!
Every morning I wake up hoping that it was a dream.
Even after two or more years here, I still do. I hope that coming across the gate was just a terrible nightmare. I hope that when I wake up, I'll be home, with my restored brother, and Winry. But, everyday, this dream, my hope of drowned out.
I'm still here.
But now, every morning, I wake up hoping that it wasn't a dream.
Hoping that Alphonse, my brother, is still here. Even if we are on the other side, away from home. And every morning, he is. I thank god that he is, even though…I really am not a religious type of person. He knows I worry, and everyday he tells me the same words.
"I'm here brother, you can be sure that it's not a dream."
A/N Sorry, I have't been updating /ANY/ of my stories. Let's say, I've been hitting a wall; lacking ideas for them. Don't worry, I'll think of more! Just...maybe some suggestions would be good!