The sunlight is streaming through the trees, and Riza walks alone. Dappled light permeates through the gently swaying branches, speckling her skin and hair. Wind teases at the fringe of her short hair, tickling her face and caressing her skin. The air smells clean and smooth, hinting at the turn of the seasons. Despite summer's quickening arrival, the breeze around her is cool, greeting her as it rushes by.
Before long Riza comes to their secret place on the edge of the lake, where her favorite sight greets her; Roy is seated on a picnic blanket with his back to her, the wind gently ruffling his dark hair. Joy fills her young heart, and she eagerly quickens her pace to meet him. As a greeting, she passes her hand along his shoulder and kneels next to him. A soft, pleased smile stretches across his face, and he leans over to kiss her gently. She obliges, a laugh bubbling to her lips when they break apart. Riza marvels at how much he's changed; all those months ago, when he had first arrived at her house, she never would have thought that they would be here, together, just like this. Then again, she considers that she's changed quite a bit, too. Roy has brought out the best in her- all the qualities she once hid because of fear or otherwise.
The afternoon passes without a disturbance, and they need not say much to keep each other satisfied. They merely enjoy the silence of the day, and the presence of the other. Eventually she ends up in his arms, her head nestling against his shoulder. He presses his lips to her temple once, twice, three times, and she thinks to herself, How lucky am I? The sun slips behind the horizon, casting its light in pink and orange ribbons across the sky. Riza sinks into his embrace, welcoming his warmth and gentility, relishing the feeling of her skin against his.
Without warning and in a sudden whirlwind the scene changes, and Riza is afraid. She opens her eyes and suddenly everything is different- the trees are gone, the lake is gone, the wind is gone, but he is not. Roy holds her tenderly in his arms, and she's suddenly aware of the searing pain in her neck. Warm, thick blood is spattered all down her shoulder, and her fingers are slick with it. His hands shake as they clutch her to him with a palpable anxiety, and her fingers grasp for his blindly. Her brown eyes find his dark ones, and when she sees the love they hold, she melts. She dissolves into his embrace, simply trusting him through the haze her current condition presents.
Later, days after the battle, after everything, she finds herself drifting and dreaming. Goosebumps occasionally erupt all over her skin, only to be immediately soothed by Roy's fingers, thanks to his renewed sight. The warmth he holds seeps into her veins, into her skin, into her very core, and like all those years ago, she sinks into him as he holds her, warding off the nightmares as they come. Through the fitful nights of sleep in the hospital, they hold each other in the dark after the nurses have gone, breathing perfectly in sync, each thinking, How lucky am I?
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