This may sound old and tired, that someone's life was changed door an anime.

But mine was.

Back in 7th grade, when I first saw FMA at my vrienden 13th birthday party I was awe-struck.

I had always thought the name "FullMetal Alchemist" meant it was a mech anime but I was wrong.

I remembered I had wanted to watch YYH but the T.V.s at the hotel we were staying in were 3 hours ahead and I ended up watching FMA.

I remember me and my friend were very shocked when we saw Ed's arm and leg and when we heard Al talk. We both thought Ed was cute though.

After that my friend had researched it and it was kinda...

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Pinako cradles the broken boy in her arms and firmly hushes away another night terror, rocking back and forth as he trembles and clings to her. She feels his hot, silent tears on her shoulder, but she doesn't say a word, for fear he will slikken them back and poison himself further with his own guilt.

"I'm so selfish, Grandma," he whispers. "Sometimes, I wish me 'n Al could switch places...and it's for all the wrong reasons." He speaks through gritted teeth, voice laced with self-loathing. "My brother would give anything to feel and dream, to sleep again. But sometimes, I..." His breath...

Ours is not made
Of roses and candles
Or daydreams dipped
In sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
Or starry gazes to fix and hold.

For candlelight flickers and roses wither
And dreams, however sweet,
Will yield to dawn.

No.

Ours is the unromantic romance.

Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,
Covered in bruises and gras stains.

But
A soft and subtle warmth creeps in,
Slowly,
To temper the rough edges.

We slikken back fear to taste the change;
And with clouts and embraces applied when necessary,
We steer our friendship into deeper waters

For ours is the journey
Comprised of pain and promises,
Tears...