Ehards29: Another Royai one-shot, because really, I haven't written enough…Just a note, this fic is based off the events of episode 51.

Disclaimer: "Grumble, grumble, grumble." (Translation: "I don't own FMA")

Serene

By: Ehards29

As Brigadier General Roy Mustang stared into the abyss, his sigh filling with a dull, muted red, all he could think of was her.

Quiet. If he had to choose one, that would be the word he used most frequently to describe her. Not shy, no she was certainly never afraid to speak her mind (at this thought Flame smiled), but quiet in the same way sailors must have thought a soft summer breeze was quite, steadily and loyally leading them home with no qualms. She was his breeze, ready to breathe life into him when he felt he had none left, ready to lead him home when he forgot who he was, ready to shoulder his pain when Hughes died. She quietly waited for him to figure out where the hell he was going, and until then she quietly killed for him.

And as the feeling was beginning to leave Brigadier General Roy Mustang's fingers, all he could remember was the first time he saw her.

She was so goddamn beautiful in a world where everything was ugly that he was almost afraid to look at her. The way her red-brown eyes danced in the hot Ishbalan sun, the way the sand intertwined within her golden strands, she was a goddess and he, a common murder, had no right to even breathe the same air as her. The first time he saw her return to the camp with her uniform stained in blood, he made love to her. And when they were done, the cried together and made promises they were afraid to keep. Follow me to the top and I'll make this right somehow. When they were younger it was fine to seek refuge in these flights of fancy.

And as the dead, young boy at Brigadier General Roy Mustang's side began to fade from sight, all he could do was imagine the coolness of her skin.

The night he spent in the Rockbell house was one that brought him no sleep. His mind traveled to a time and a place when Sara held her baby girl high and spun her playfully in circles, promising her forever. He could hear the tears flood the oak floors as the girl read the letter one more time, just in case. And as he tossed and turned in his bed, he heard the door open with a creak. He heard her feet stride silently toward his bed. And as he pretended to be asleep, he could feel First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye's small hand grasp his own. Then rest came to him finally. In the morning her eyes were sympathetic and he so longed to tell her he loved her.

And on that lonely, cool Central night, on the porch of the home that may very well have one day been his, Brigadier General Roy Mustang began to die, all he could do was utter her name quietly.

Ehards29: Aggghhh, the angst! (dies from angst overload). I do not even know what brought this on, but review anyway. (dies some more).