A/N: Hello! I am back with the next chapter of this story! It's weird to me, I update the stories that no one seems to read, hehe.

(( I should really update the other story..))

ah- but anyway! This one is short, Very short actually. It's in Al's P.O.V. form one of his dreams/nightmares that keep occurring for some unknown reasons... i think we should all know why he's having these dreams/ nightmares though..

I'm trying to decide whether I should keep this all strictly Al's P.O.V. or if I should make this both Alfred and Lovino..We'll see what happens along the way! ((btw Thank you ItalianSkunk for helping me figure out how to start this chapter!))

I'm sorry if it's not up to your standards, I tried I really did (( Maybe I should stick to drawing ;;)) I have a habit of making things short, and straight to the point. Not really sure how this will end, or if I'll ever even finish it, But, I'll try to come up with something..

Characters are not mine, they belong to Hidekaz Himaruya

Enjoy!

Are you..are you going to come visit..maybe?

Forever, and ever..

ALFRED!

...a 'good-bye' gift or some shit..

...Jacket?

..I don't want you to forget me either...

I mean it!

...on-one more time...

Pinkie swear?

Please don't forget about me Al..

You Promised...You promised me..

Uuugh. That dream again..

That dream about the crying kid, saying these things with such a sad look on his face.

It's so annoying.

I've been having this stupid dream for as long as I can remember, the same exact thing happening in each of them.

I'm a kid again, standing in this room.

It's empty, like someone just moved out. The prints of a bed that once stood there are still imprinted into the carpet, some boxes are still scattered here and there, the window's are open and you can hear the faint sound of birds chirping outside.

It's a nice feeling.

Then it starts, The images, I mean. Little video clips start playing on the boxes scattered around the room.

One show's two little boy's, probably toddler's, asleep on the bed that once stood in this room surrounded by board game pieces and play money.

Another show's a young girl, she looks to be somewhere in middle school, scolding a boy, perhaps somewhere between 3rd or maybe 4th grade, that's hiding under the same bed while the same boy from the first clip (except a little older) stands and watches from the doorway holding the hand of a crying little girl, preschool maybe?

I turn my head to see a different box showing a clip of another pair of boys, it looks like...4th grade..?, throwing a bunch of blue flowers all around the room shouting all sorts of things like 'STOP THERE EVIL DO-ER' or 'WATCH THIS, I'M GOING TO LAND ON MY FEET, LIKE A CAT!' or 'HELP ME CLEAN THIS UP BEFORE MY MOM YELLS AT US!'

And then that clip.

That damn clip.

The clip that somehow always manages to surpass all the others

Promise me..

It's not even anything special. It's just two boy's sitting on the bed that once stood in here. One of them has the biggest, most brightest smile on his face while the other is just staring at his feet rocking back and forth on the edge of the bed. He looks embarrassed.

They just sit there, one of the boys will strike up small talk, then they'll go back to just..

sitting there.

But for some reason the boy, the one that was in all of the other clips, seems so happy, like he just won a million dollars. He wont stop smiling, He wont stop sneaking a few glances of the other boy, He wont stop being so happy.

I don't get him

He confuses me so much, but i can't help but feel like I know him. Like I know what it feels like to be that happy, like I felt all of these feelings, like I lived through all these clips.

All these clips..

Clips..

Memories..?

I mean it!

The room starts to get all fuzzy and blurry a-and...glitch-y..? Everything starts melting. The walls, the boxes, th-the floo-

AH-There he is again! That boy! The one who was crying...was he the boy from the clip? The shy one? What's wrong with him now..

A-al...?

What's the matter? Why are you crying? A-are you hurt somewhere? Do you need medical attention?

Alfred...

Yes? Do I know you from somewhere? Are you lost or something? Please answer me, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong-

He lift's his face from his hands and my heart breaks a little at the sight, I feel like it's not natural for him to cry this much...

You Promised...You promised me..

You Promised Alfred

You said you wouldn't forget me

Ah.

I feel shitty..