“Have you two been fighting or something?”
Alphonse shrugged, sweeping his gaze across Ed’s tiny flat that dusk had painted a brown monochrome. To say it was a bit of a mess would be quite an understatement. Books and empty dishes were spread throughout the room, covering the desk and most of the chairs. Scattered sheets of paper littered the floor
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And even if I... sometimes, I wish I could melt into you because your touch soothes my soul like nothing else can and it makes me believe in salvation and happiness... THIS. THIS. THIS.
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