Forbidden
"So, it was never meant to be." Roy Mustang thought, as he stood there. They both have been through too much, he even wondered how did she even trusted a murderer like him, but after some time a small voice in the back of his head whispered ,"she is a murderer too". He wanted to laugh, but it wouldn't be proper at the moment. Well, it wasn't that he cared what the people would think, but he cared about what she would think.
She was always there, as an assistant, as a guard, as a taskmaster, as a follower, as a friend and even as a guide. She had played every role possible for a female and a male in his life, every role but one, he couldn't ask for more than that. Sometimes he wanted to punish himself for wanting her for more than a friend, she deserved better. But even after he was made the Fuhrer, when he made it to the top, there was still something more he wanted. He wanted her, no, he craved her. He knew he shouldn't, it would cross the line, but he couldn't help. Because he knew, she would never say no to him. When he had moved into the Fuhrer's mansion, after the celebrations, he her asked for a walk. Yes, a simple walk could't possibly make things worse, a walk and a proposition. She followed him, two steps behind him, like always. When he suddenly turned and knelt in front of her, his eyes downcast, because he couldn't look into her ember ones. He said what he felt for her and practically begged her to be his wife. And the answer never came. Only the sound of a bullet shot. He had been a target and he had knelt, exposing her to the assassin. A single bullet hole, right above her heart. Her eyes were wide with fear, for not being able to doing her job, for not being able to protect him. He looked at her and he screamed for help. He never felt so numb, never felt so useless. He watched as her body thrashed and then went numb. All he can do is to watch as blood poured through the hole in her heart, soaking the soil below and soaking his soul. They came and took her. He just watched. He suddenly felt guilty, guilty and alone. He didn't say anything, he didn't even show any emotion when the doctors said they were sorry , but mentally he was laughing, for it wasn't the doctor's fault, hell, it wasn't even the fault of the man who pulled that trigger. It was his fault, for desiring for more than he had already got, and that was his punishment for desiring what was forbidden.
Roy Mustang watched as they lowered the flag draped coffin in the pit. He watched as they covered it with dirt. He watched as a simple tombstone carrying her name was placed over her grave. He watched as she was given the guard of honour. He didn't speak, didn't even move from his position. His subordinates gave him concerned looks, searching for any emotion- grief, guilt, anger, but they received none. They didn't understand how he can be so cold, so devoid of emotions, it was unlike him when it came to her. But only he understood, that without her, there will be no rain.
