TEARS

Warm and strong hands touch the wet skin.

Stop the salty drops that rush follow her cheeks, coming to the chin: some get stuck on the fingers that block the fall and are observed whit sweet curiosity by who stop it.

Isn't true that he doesn't like the water. It makes him feel unsuitable when it is an obstacle for the protection of the other, and yes, the rainy and humid day annoy him, but sometimes that liquid composed of hydrogen and oxygen is transformed into something beautiful, sweet and pleasant. As the warmth of a hot shower or soothing roar of the rain.

The best form of the water are Riza's tears. He love them because represent she's hidden gentleness that is her very essence, and make him important, loved and yes, also useless.

She doesn't like cry, does not want to be seen weak, but Roy remember all the times that has happened. They are the sweetest memories that owns.

The first time that he had seen those water's drops on Riza's face, theme was full of sad, fear and dejection. He remember she's eyes filled of tears.

The second, had arrived when their naked skin had touched.

"Roy …" The woman voice is like a breath, cut by a soft crying, and bring back him to the present.

He would mean that everything it's ok, but he can't, also if usually is so good to talk.

Tenderness becomes frustration, and his body snaps forward. Arms wrap the woman near him, trying to say that he think – "Everything is fine, I was worried, I would cry even I " – and fill that sense of inadequacy.

The salty drops don't stop.

The third time Riza's tear was for happiness, while he ask Roy "Commander".

And the fourth …

"We could be happy together." Observe him, and looks down meeting her eyes. He knew he had to pay a price and believed that was higher, he should be happy for have Riza near him free and save but … the judgment echoes in his head. Sentenced to leave the army, both. And it makes hurt, because Roy doesn't know to leave without a military uniform and a silver watch.

This is the fourth time and Riza's tears represent their relief, and also their sadness for a lost dream. But in true, they did what they had to do: Ishval, democracy.

At first it will be difficult to live like common people, but they know they will still find a way to do something for their country. Now it should be the time to be happy: Should not continue to hide their love at the others.

"It's a beautiful day." Whisper Roy, and smile.

Dry the tear on her face and see her with his usual sly and black eyes.

"Riza …"

The woman sighs and look at him.

"We go out from home, together?"

Hello everyone!

I'm Italian and my English is very bad, I wrote this in Italian and translate with the help of "google translate" if you find a lot of errors, I'm sorry.