fmadrlj | ...God, it's been way too long since I've been here.

[It was almost an impossible feeling, being stuck in a strange world for so long. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years, all while everything around her kept changing and changing, except for those steadfast constants.

'Fake Central' stopped being called that long ago for her--this *WAS* Central. This was her home, the place where she'd been happiest, where she'd decided that everything was worth it.

Alfons stepped out of her house and onto the street for her morning walk, fingering her growing hair. No matter what she did to it, the old pixie cut always felt right. It was growing long again--to her shoulders and fanning out--she'd probably have to ask someone to chop it for her. Still...

It was almost unfathomable that she would be able to leave this place, or be able to part from those who had been close to her for so long. Perhaps being stuck in an extraordinary situation made you numb to the thought of going home. She knew Al wanted to go back, but...

What if she couldn't...?

With a sigh she kept forward, moving towards a nearby shop and leaned against the wall, looking up in thought.]

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"I would never take you away from your brother!"

...Maybe that outburst was a bit too emotional for her taste. Oops.

Still...that was a possibility. That he'd consider her 'stealing' Al, which couldn't have been any further from the truth. To take him away from that which made him happy was the exact opposite of what she wanted.

Love was to live for the happiness of the one you loved. She understood that now. If Al wanted to be close to his brother, and their brotherhood made him happy, then so be it. It was hardly 'weak', or being a 'doormat', it was how it was. Surely any other person would think the same way. That was why Al wanted to take her with him, she'd reckon--she was unhappy at home, but with him, he figured that she would be.

"You love him very much, and you two are very close. Your happiness is the most important thing in the world to me; I'm not going to do something so terrible to you.

"I know you're not," Alphonse responds, "If anything, I'm selfish. I want both of my favourite people to live with me... and to be safe and happy with me and each other."

He sighs, and peeks over so he can see her reflection. "I'm sorry if my want is making things difficult for you. I just.... you deserve better than what you had and.... I don't want to leave you ever, really."

She shakes her head, smiling.

"Al, you're not selfish. You want happiness for both your brother, yourself, and me. That's hardly a selfish thing--if you were truly selfish, you would have never taken anyone's personal feelings into consideration. And that's something I can never see you doing--you're too kindhearted of a person."

She sucks in a breath, and closes her eyes.

"I don't want to ever leave you, either."

"Would you be happy, in another world?" Al asks. It's not a new question, but it's something that has always been a worry of Al's nonetheless.

Alfons came from such a broken home, and went from one place to another that, it seemed, she didn't belong. As a muggle, or at least untrained muggle-born among wizards, the transition wouldn't be easy. Still, he thinks, and hopes, it would be better, far better than going home. He would make sure of it. Somehow.

"Yes." Alfons said with a nod. "I would. Much more than I would returning home--I can say that much."

...God, it's been way too long since I've been here.

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