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Summary- Riza's thoughts upon the death of her father.
He's gone, he's really gone. What am I suppose to do now? Is life really supposed to just move on after something like this? What about me? Where do I go? What do I have left? He may not have been the best father. There are times when I wasn't even sure if he really loved me, but he was still mine.
God, if you even exist, why out of all of the people in the world why did you have to take him? He was all I had left. Sure there is Mr. Mustang, but he's going to leave soon, back to the military. And when he does leave I will be all alone. Father never even wanted him to join the military; he hated the military, so why did Mr. Mustang have to go. If he had stayed maybe he could have done something, found a cure for something, ANYTHING.
No, that's not fair to him. I know why Mr. Mustang left; I even supported him when he did. I'm just tired, and angry. I want someone to blame in a blameless situation. Sure some could say that my father brought this upon himself. If he had taken better care to stay healthy then this never would have happened, but there is no way to prove that. There is nothing that can be done now anyway. HE IS DEAD, my father is dead. And I am alone.
A/N: I know this isn't very long, and not very good, but I needed to write this. This is dedicated to my own father who reacently past away.