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"I Knew What I Was Feeling, But What Was I Thinking?"
Alphonse had, at one time, thought he knew pain. He'd assumed he knew the depths of heart-break and loneliness and pure, pure shock, the dizzying sensation of having something pulled out from under you, the initial shock of stepping on a stair that isn't there- the feeling of your foot falling into thin air. Nothing there, nothing to warn you.
He was wrong. Purely, blindly, horribly wrong.
He didn't know it until he knew the wind whipping his ponytail around, the cold stone column under his adopted white gloves, wind fussing everything up. (There's one more stair left- ) and seeing his brother turn. Seeing him turn and knowing why, at once, and that's when it formed. A pit in his stomach that pulled his insides into that deep, dark chasm. Tearing away at him, pulling his heart towards a place he wouldn't dare have it go. Normally.
He only vaguely heard his own voice tear out a frenzied half-scream, half-plea, and only vaguely remembers his brother walk away. He remembers with clarity, though, what his feelings were- desperation and heart break and blinding anger (Did his brother truly know what he'd sacrificed to get him back? Who sacrificed? ). He walked away, and it was like Alphonse was crashing head-first into a panel of glass. It was temporary and it was likely an overreaction, but he didn't know what he was thinking- only what he felt.
(You're falling through the air, but how will you fly?)
( A/N : .. Wow. O w o ;
I have no idea where this ficlet came from, i'm not feeling in the mood to write this genre, but apparently I did .. Haha. XD ;
Anyway, a VERY short drabble that I feel could use more details - oh well. XD Please take a moment and review ! It means so much to me.
Thanks for reading, and have a fantasmic day! biggrin )
 men getting pregnant · Wed Mar 04, 2009 @ 05:07am · 0 Comments |
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