Love
It was the day before his wedding, and Roy Mustang was walking down the street with flowers in hand.
It was a clear day, not a cloud in the sky, and somewhere, someone was noticing a clump of wedding flowers missing.
Roy walked into the cemetary and put the flowers on a grave.
"You were supposed to be my best man," he said. He sighed and adjusted the flowers. "Elicia insisted on being the flower girl. I'm sure you'd have been going on about how beautiful she is and what an amazing flower girl she makes... Sometimes I still wonder why you're not." He stared at the grave. "It always rains when I come here. Probably going to rain for the wedding too."
"I think you can admit you're crying... Roy," said Riza Hawkeye, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"...Fine. I'm crying."
"That was easier than I expected. Is something wrong?"
"What's wrong with a man crying in front of his fiancee and best friend?"
"Nothing."
"Good."
"So, I'm assuming you managed to escape?"
"Yes. I've had my second thoughts about marrying the Fuhrer."
"And?"
"They were the same as the first ones."
"Also good."
"I'm assuming those are the flowers the florist was being frantic about?"
"Yes."
"I had a feeling it was you."
"I can't wait until this wedding's over."
"Me neither." She paused. "Do you want to be alone?"
"Riza, if I wanted to be alone, I wouldn't be marrying you."
"All right then."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
