Roy Mustang knew what he wanted in a woman. More specifically, he knew the woman he wanted, the woman he needed, the woman who was there but just out of reach.
When asked what he wanted, who the perfect girl was, he replied that he just wanted an imperfect girl.
Many mistook that. He wanted a screw-up?
No.
A slut?
No.
A girl who would show him that he was better than her?
No, dammit, no!
He just wanted someone willing to admit the mistakes they made. Was that so damn hard to ask?
Yes. Yes it was.
Because what do you do when that woman is there every single day of your life and yet you can't say a thing to her because it could seriously wind up screwing the both of you over? Do you just tell her? Just give up on what you want from your job?
No and no!
So what, then? Pretend that you don't care? Keep on hoping that she feels the same way? Just go on like nothing's happening even though you're breaking down on the inside to see everything go wrong? And then let it overwhelm you at the worst moment?
Maybe.
Nobody ever said life was perfect. They always said it was far from.
Too bad it took this much to prove it.
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Wow. The most depressing thing I've written in a long time. I've tried to put a light undertone to it, but it just kind of wound up saying, "Life's not perfect. Don't bother trying." What I meant was, "Life's not perfect, but you have to try." Didn't seem like it said that at ALL.