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The words were caught in her throat. She stood on the platform, the world around her had faded to a dull buzz in her ears and she stood motionless letting it move consistently around her. Her large hazel eyes were fixed on his back as he plodded down the platform to a coach. Yes, Roy Mustang plodded to the train. A sign of his complete defeat, the burning pit of hopelessness he had managed to fall into.
He swung the tan duffel bag from his shoulder and onto the small platform at the back of a carriage, gripped the rails with his bare gloveless hands and pulled himself up. He hadn't noticed the blonde on the platform behind him. The long free hair, black trousers and green cardigan were not her usual attire but it was her day off. She watched him as he made his way into the carriage and heavily sat on one of the hard benches, letting the duffel bag flop to the floor beside him and turn his head to gaze blankly out of his window.
Move, Riza! Move! She willed but her legs failed her. She stood rigid and silent. He's leaving. He is actually going to fucking leave! After everything we went through...everything that happened! It would only take a couple of long steps, her gait was pronounced as it was, she could make the carriage in a matter of moments. She could draw his attention by simply yelling his name.
But one thought stopped her. Would he stay just for me? She stared at his defeated face from the far side of the platform. If she told him then he may stay just for that reason. She wasn't enough now so why would he stay for her? She didn't want him if he didn't want her. She didn't want to make him stay only to have him resent her.
Short and sweet to begin with but chapters will be longer in future.