"Alphonse just go!" I screamed.

     "No! I can't leave! Mustang told me to stay!"

     "Why does that matter? You don't work for him!"

     "But he's a friend! Our friend!"

     "My friend died!" Alphonse stared at me. It fell silent, we both looked at the ground.

     "I'm sorry, Evan." Alphonse said. Before he got up to leave I grabbed his cold metal hand.

     "You don't have to." I said softly. Alphonse nodded and sat back down. We stared at the graves in front of us. I leaned on Alphonse, tears rolled down my eyes.

     "It was to soon, Al. I need her back."

Sorry for the short chapter.