Roy shuddered, pulling his coat tighter around himself against the frigid night wind. It was on cold winter nights like this that he found himself drawn to the streets. It was nights like this that reminded him of her.
It had been ten years; a decade since she had disappeared in the middle of the night, a night much like right now. It had been ten years since she broke his heart. He should've see it coming; she had been acting so strange the last time he had seen her, the last night they were...together.
"Hey, Roy?" she asked, snuggling in closer to the warmth of his bare chest.
"Hmm?" Roy hummed in response.
"I...nothing," she said, attempting to turn her face away so he couldn't see her. Before she could turn completely, he grabbed her chin gently, forcing her to look at him.
"What's wrong?" he demanded quietly. Her eyes shifted downwards.
"It's nothing." Seeing his skeptical look, she added "Really."
Roy frowned, but despite his doubt he conceded, letting her win this time. Runninng his hand through her long blonde hair, he smiled. "Have I told you how beautiful you are?" She smiled, brown eyes shining.
"Yes, and have I told you how much you how much you're biased" she quipped. "I'm not that pretty." She turned , swinging her legs over the side of the bed and rising. As she got up, Roy let out an impressed whistle.
"The way I see it, you're flawless." She turned towards him, giving him a scalding glare.
"I know you're a pervert, but try not to make it so obvious." Winking back at him, she made her way into the bathroom."I'm taking a shower...if you want to join me."
Throwing aside the sheets, Roy scrambled out of bed, not being able to pass up this oppurtuity. All thoughts of her strange behavior before were forgotten.
Sighing, Roy watched the condensed cloud of his breath dissipate into the dark night air. His chest clenched painfully at the memory of that morning. He should have never let her go, he should have kept insisting that she tell him what was on her mind. Maybe then, she would still be here. As it was, he didn't really care if she was here, as long as he knew where she was, if she was dead or alive; at this point all he wanted was some type of closure.
Without her with him, he was painfully aware of how useless he had become. Sure, in the past years he had managed to become Fuhrer. That didn't mean anything anymore; without her he was nothing. Any and all progress he had made was useless without her by his side. Life became meaningless after she left.
And the worst part was she didn't seem to trust him enough to tell him she was leaving.
So lost in thought, he didn't notice the figure standing in front of him underneath a lampost at the street corner until he slammed into a small body. Stumbling, he fell backward, smacking his head back against the hard concrete sidewalk. Blinking slowly, he saw a familiar face framed by blonde hair that was shorter now, but there was no way he could forget those deep, stunning chocolate brown eyes. Those eyes, filled with deep compassion and worry, blended with the slightest hint of relief, bore into his own and stared deep into his soul. As he felt his consciousness slip away, he struggled to grasp onto the sounds coming out of those lips, those beautiful lips, before all was lost.
"Roy...I've missed you...so, so much."