Okay. Here's my little into slash delusional reasoning for this.
Have you guys ever heard of the band called The Airborne Toxic Event? No? Then go check them out. This particular fiction is based on the song called "Sometime Around Midnight." I advise you to listen to this song before reading this… Or while you are... I don't care.
Roy x OC.
I don't care what you have to say about it, either. :D
Colonel Roy Mustang. Typical guy, all over the ladies, the booze, but not normally the heartbreak of losing one of the few people he ended up truly falling for.
He now stared blankly out over the large crowd reflected in the mirror behind the bar. Black hair hung over his dark eyes, naturally pale skin washed out by the bright lights hanging over him, and lost himself in thought for a second. He leaned over the bar, his hand placed gently over his rum and coke, the ice rattling as his hand shook.
He looked dazedly into the mirror for the umpteenth time, and his heart nearly stopped. Just as the band started the piano cue-in to another song, he saw her. The one he held responsible for all the nights of sorrow and lonely bottles of Jack. She was dressed simply, a clean white dress, her long black hair falling easily over her shoulders. She held a drink in her hand, smiling as she made her way over to him, fingers tight against the glass.
He tapped the glass on the bar, stood, and walked away, keeping an eye on the girl. He couldn't lie to himself well enough to say he didn't want to walk over to her. But instead, he walked over to the small group of people who had accompanied him to the bar.
He shivered, turning his onyx eyes into hers. The color of jade made him pale vaguely.
"Hello, Roy."
He took a deep breath through his nose, his eyes widening a little as a fresh wave of memories washed over him. Photos of his time with her flittered before his eyes, their first night together, the smell of her perfume, their bodies entwined…
A feeling of nausea slid over him, his eyes crushed, as she turned away from him awkwardly, brushing her hair from her face. His eyes followed her, his heart breaking as she hooked arms with another man he had never seen before. He could feel his eyes burning from tears held back, his fists balled. He felt sick to his stomach.
"'Ey, Colonel… Everything okay? You look ill…" he heard a friend call over to him, snapping him out of his trance.
"Yeah… I'm fine…," He mumbled, "I just need to get some air…" He started for the door, slowly at first, then to a slow jog after her, watching her near the door. He quickened his pace, reaching out for her, the door closing just as he neared her.
Swearing, he shoved the doors open, and stumbled outside. He spun, eyes seeking the girl. He knew how he must have looked, a mess, a wreck. He frantically ran through the crowd before the entrance, pushing, pulling, shoving people to try and get to her. He didn't care that people stared, he didn't care that he was nearly gone…
He spun around the alleyway corner, and heard the distant rumble of thunder in the air. He leaned against the wall, sliding down. Tears fell from his dark eyes, not bothering to be covered.
He had lost her again, and he had nobody else but himself to blame for it.