Based off of "The Approaching Curve" by Rise Against.
I haven't written anything in awhile and I decided to try to get back in to it. I have had some ideas, but I wanted to try this out. All of this is "Out of character" so if you aren't interested in something like this than this isn't the fanfiction for you. Thank you for reading. This is in Roy Mustang's POV.
The radio played a soft melodic tune that I just couldn't take focus of. My onyx eyes stared at her pale hands that gripped the steering wheel ever so tightly, so tight her hands were almost trembling. It was dark outside, the only thing that she could see are the straight roads ahead of us due to the dimly light that the vehicle gave. She had barely moved the steering wheel at all. I couldn't even tell you where we were going, or how long we have been out. But I can tell you it has definitely been hours. Hours of not speaking, hours of just a small ambiance of percussion coming from the speakers of this old car. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how to say it. The air felt so tight I could barely breathe and the aura around us felt so different, I was frightened... but at the same time I was not. Before I could see my future so vividly, now I cant even think of what I would like to do tomorrow; or rather, later on in the day.
Her lips parted finally, "Why are you doing this?" her voice trembled. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to respond or not. My heart had almost jumped right out of my chest. "I'm not doing anything..." I finally muttered; but I honestly didn't even believe it. A few moments went by then I continued. "I just think this is what is best for me... for you, for our friendship" I continued on, trying to make the situation better. But honestly, this was more just for me. I looked back from her hands to her eyes as I saw tears starting to run down her soft pale cheeks. I saw her take her eyes off of the road to look down, trying to fight the tears that were already pouring down her cheeks. "Why?!" She screamed at me. Her puffy ember eyes glanced over to me then back to the road. "Why what?" I asked. "Why?!, after all of the things we've been through. The things you have told me, the stuff I had done for you!" She continued to shout. "We grew apart, I can't do this anymore! You're more dedicated to your work then you are with me!" I screamed back. "All you want to do is work, you stopped wanting to do anything with me!" I added on. We just continued to shout, to spill out things we have always wanted to tell each other while we were together. Half of the things we didn't even have answers for, or even knew the questions. There was no possible way to fix this at all, no counseling, nothing.
Its terrible how things come to an end this way, I had been with this woman all of my life. People have begged us to be together just about; and nobody would have ever known the monsters that were in our closets, or what happened behind closed doors. They just saw how 'happy' we made each other; if that's what you wanted to call it. I tried so desperately to make this work out, We tried desperately to make this work out. But I can't, I just couldn't do it anymore and I definitely do not want to make a scene at work. The arguments, sleeping on the couch or on the porch... it has gone on for far too long and nobody ever knew about it. I just can't take this anymore. I got so lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realized what was going on. "Love, don't do this..." I whispered. She didn't respond. "Riza... please don't do this." I spoke again, I knew exactly what she was going to do. I couldn't stop her...up ahead was a curve approaching, she made no indications of slowing.