I have so many stories that want to come out...im sorry for people waiting on my other ones. they will get finished!

R&R please

Something went wrong all those years ago. Things that should have never happened happened. We tried to bring our mother back. We failed. Alphonse, my baby brother was the only person that was still so innocent that the world just had to scar him, had to make him see pain that no other being in existence should ever experience. He became a suit of armor; a soul and nothing more, but he was and always will be my brother, so at least that didn't change. I, myself, lost an arm, a leg and my childhood. But none of that could ever begin to compare with what Al lost. We fixed our mistake after years of searching, only now…I am a shell without a soul and two automail limbs. I could touch, smell, breathe, sleep and dream. I chose not to. If I ate, the taste was lost, for I couldn't get my brain to process the food anyway. If I smelled something, it would be dulled. When breathing, I always asked myself "why?" I stopped sleeping and therefore I had no dream of which to speak.

Alphonse turned away from me, covering his face with his hands, shoulders shaking with shuddered breathing. Winry stared wide eyed, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her fists were shaking. I looked up at both of them from the floor, the only place where the world didn't spin. I tried to care, but I didn't. I wanted to tell them, I was fine but I couldn't.

They found out my dirty little secret.