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Summary: Al is back in his own body and everything seems back to normal… except Ed.
Author's Notes: First person PoV with Ed. The chapters are supposed to be short.
Third Sin: Sloth
I stare blankly at the pile of papers in front of me, eyes half-open, barely awake. Fatigue has been able to find me everywhere I go. Probably gotten sick or something.
Mustang has given me some time off, but I think it's just an excuse to get rid of me when I'm not needed. Then again, I don't really seem to care.
The Colonel has always been like that, so there's no real reason to worry about what he does now. Shifting a few papers to the side, I rest my head on the desk for a moment.
Through the door, I can faintly make out Alphonse and Winry discussing something down the hall. Most likely talking about me and my … or so they call it… recent change in personality.
They first became worried when I didn't react to Mustang's short jokes. I didn't react because I didn't care. I can't stay immature forever.
Sighing, I lean back in the wooden desk chair, eyes flickering about the room. Almost every book in here on alchemy I've probably read three times over.
A light knock on the door brought me from my thoughts. The door opened, Al slipping into the doorway. On his face lies a forced smile with origins unknown to me.
It wasn't like Al to force a smile. His emotions usually came in their purest form. I wonder what him and Winry were really talking about?
Quizzical look, I ask him his worries. Quickly his smile faded as his arms wrapped tightly around my neck. Silence filled the room, only feeling the warmth of my brother's breath against the collar of my shirt.
It was surprising to see him like this, so I asked his worries yet again. He only whispered an apology. What was he apologizing for? He's done nothing wrong… I lift his head in order to look him in the eye.
Those innocent eyes of his on the verge of tears. I ask him about the apology and it only seems to make things worse. What is it that has caused my brother these tears?
Has something happened I don't know about? The questions begin to aggravate me, yet I feel the need to ask them to myself.
Al whispers my name softly, pulling me from my inner conversation. That's when I figured it out. If only I had looked behind those child-like eyes of his.
He's worried something is wrong with me and that it might be his fault. Al does tend to blame himself over meaningless things.
I pull him into my arms, hugging him tightly. Why does my brother think this way? Smiling softly, I tell him everything is fine, that he'd be the first to know if something changes.
He smiles back, content with what I had said. Slipping from my arms he wishes to return to Winry in the other room.
I nod, telling him to let her know I was fine as well. And with that my brother left, leaving me alone in the study.
Looking at myself now, I can see how much I've changed. I guess it's true… change can be a hard thing to confront. But then Winry has been known to be one stubborn person.
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