I have no idea if this has been written before. This is for FMAB, so if you haven't watched it or haven't finished it yet, then you might want to turn back now. Cuz this has SPOILERS! I don't know how much I could possibly stress this! So no one yell about there being spoilers, I warned you!

Alchemy is the science of deconstructing and reconstructing.

For an alchemist to create something, something of equal value must

be given. That is the law of equivalent exchange.

At the time, I believed that to be the true way of the world. In a sense I still do.

I destroy everything. I bring destruction and terror. I try to make myself

believe I can create too. But I can't lie to myself forever.

But after all of the destroying, there is creating.

It's not necessarily done by me.

She creates. She gives lives and repairs broken people. Literally. But not just in that way.

She gives them a peice of mind, a safe heaven, some place to call home. She helps get people

back on their feet. There is something special about her kind of alchemy, though.

Everyone calls me a prodigy. The great Fullmetal Alchemist, youngest state alchemist in the country,

savior of his people. No, I did not have to use a transmutation circle, but I still had to abide

to the laws.

She doesn't. She gives and creates, but doesn't expect anything in return. Giving and giving always,

not needing anything of equal value in return. Sometimes I wonder if I was really the prodigy.

She could completely ignore the laws of equivalent exchange. Amazing.

Watching her sleep peacefully beside me in an old T-shirt of mine. Her hair was in blonde, frizzy

clumps. I had never seen anything so beautiful, it pulled at my heart and almost rendered

me helpless to think of everything I had loss. Everything she had given me back. Yet another thing

she had given, with no way for me to equally pay her back. Her bright oceanic eyes opened and looked

at me with a tidal wave of mixed emotions. And I was forced to admit that her prodigy ways

were not what was amazing.

She was amazing.

After I blow a few things up, or almost kill myself doing stupid things by destroying, she is always there to piece me back together, creating.

I was deconstruction and she was reconstruction.

Without those two things, there is no alchemy.