In the end there was nothing there.
Even tough he believed, he knew that, this time, there was
no turning back. No smile, no help, no one to trust anymore. She was
gone. And he, Roy Mustang, was totally alone.
Looking at that
grave, at the name written on it, his heart seemed to fell apart and
broke into pieces, for not to be found again. His main support and
the only place where he could rely on, especially after Hughes death,
was taken away from him. To save him. To make him stay alive. And she
was gone. Forever.
There was nobody there anymore.
Everyone had already left. But Roy hadn't seen them, his eyes stick
to the gravestone, to his own burden and pain, his worst darkness. He
fell on his knees.
- Please God, bring her back! Bring Hawkeye
back! - his voice echoed on the lonely cemetery. God? There was never
a God for Mustang. He realised how desperate he was when he heard his
very own voice asking for Him to bring Hawkeye back. He was finally
realising that he was alone and there was nothing between him and the
way down anymore. Nobody to stand by him and never let he fall.
-
Riza! Don't leave me! I need you here! I c-can't... not without you.
- the storm finally reached him, when he felt water drops on his
face. Water? No. Tears. Loss. Pain. - I can't... - he mumbled,
hiding his face with his hands. - You must help me! Please! Riza!
That's an order! Riza! Riza! Don't! Don't leave... don't leave
me...
But there was no answer.
Nobody there anymore.