Hey Bentley the Great here
Disclamer I do not own anything to do with FMA never will there I said it.
Hey Bentley the Great here. This is my first FMA fic and I felt a need to write it down though that may be just cause I'm meant to be studying I don't know anyway here it is enjoy.
This was the day he died.
Roy Mustang looked at that grave with a look of a man lost in despair. Everything he had was in that small coffin six feet under ground and no matter how hard he wished it was never going to come back up. He thought of the funeral procession, the officers all waiting to see the hero of the people laid to rest, Winery Rockbell crying into her lap with Als arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her.
Riza looking as she couldn't somehow believe it, Havoc, Falman, Furey even Armstrong standing straight and looking like they were about to cry and all those faceless military dogs standing straight and looking ahead in proper military form as the coffin was bared and laid to rest in the grave that was when Roys heart broke and he relised he should of said it before hand.
As Roy walked away from that gravestone to go find a local bar to find some comfort in the bottle of the strongest alcohol he could possible drink.
That was the day he died.
Yeah I know it's short but I didn't want to over complicate things. If you would be so kind before you go to hit the purple like button and review it would be much appreciated.
