Roy stood on the hill that overlooked the rolling greens. Granite grave markers dotted the hillside, a stark reminder of the fragile human life. He held a bouquet of peach colored roses by his side. A gentle summer breeze playfully whipped his traveling cloak and whafted the sweet scent of roses around his head. He smiled sadly and turned around. There it was, just like last time he had come. The flowers he had placed there had since lost their petals and dried to withered stems. He removed them and placed the roses in their place.
He crouched down in front of the headstone, ran a finger across his name. It had been almost three years since then. He sighed and looked up. The sun cast an eerie red glow on the marker that reminded Roy of the unnecessary blood that his friend had had to shed. He frowned and blinked back the tears that had started to fill his onyx eyes. He sat a moment longer before he heard footsteps crunching on the gravel path and shouts. He smiled sadly, "You were right, they won't let me out of their sight anymore."
"Fuhrer Mustang? It's not safe for you to run off by yourself like that!"
"Thank you Colonel Hawkeye, but I'm quite able to take care of myself."
"Sir. Permission to speak freely?"
"Granted."
"Isn't his birthday today sir?"
"Yes, it is Riza."
Colonel Hawkeye stared at the marker then at her friend. It was a wonder that they had made it this far still alive. Hughes death had been a wake up call not only to Roy, but also to everyone. Within three years, they had pushed Roy to the top along with each other. She placed a reassuring hand on his arm and said softly," He would be proud."
Roy smiled lightly then turned from the grave. Riza saluted him then moved to the black car the she had arrived in. He closed the door and took one last glance at the grave before the car pulled away.