Ishbal.
Hell on earth. Despair, pain, despair.
She couldn't handle it anymore. She had just…just killed more than ten civilians, both women and men. Those people didn't even know how to attack someone, but no, they were enemies of Amestris.
Riza felt guilt. And fear. And despair. All combined with an unbearable loneliness.
She was a sniper. She had to stay in the shadows and shoot. It wasn't even that hard, the act itself. She was one of the best at what she was doing.
But thinking that the man she just shot had a family, a wife, children…people would be torn apart at the sight of his cold body. And it was all her fault. But orders were orders.
The nights were the worst. She usually couldn't sleep. And if she could, their blooded faces would haunt her dreams. Her only saviors were the pills. A colleague told her about those narcotics, the ones that helped you sleep with no dreams. Sleep a hard, guilty sleep.
Alcohol wasn't helping. She could just drink, and drink, and the pain wouldn't go away. So she gave up on that. Every time she looked in the mirror, she saw a pale face, with empty eyes and tight lips.
She would see a ghost of who she used to be.
Things got better after she found out he was there.
Her father's student. Her teenage friend. For whom she used to feel more than just friendship. But she would never say a thing. It wasn't proper, besides her father would have kicked him out in a second.
Also she simply enjoyed his company. As a friend. She always stood by him, and now that they were back together…It felt natural.
At first she couldn't believe her luck. She was in the middle of nowhere, a living hell, and there he was, the light to guide her back. He was as pale and sad as she was. Maybe even more tormented.
His duty was to go there, between the Ishbalans, and burn them alive. That wasn't quite an easy thing to do, not for Mustang. Technically, he could just snap his fingers and the flame would appear. It was easy. But just like Riza, his heart was against his actions.
He was surprised to see her there. He had to fight the urge to take her in his arms and cry, like he wanted to. She was there…he had missed her so much. But he didn't want her in that war. He didn't want his Riza's soul torn apart by her own bloody hands. But it was her choice. And she wouldn't leave. Not now, not ever.
She was a strong, independent woman, with iron force.
And he just loved that about her.
Every day was harder than the one before. More humans to burn, more corps to dispose of. And she was there, in the shadows, watching his back.
A building fell to the ground, with all the people in it, at some alchemist's desire.
Roy heard a woman cry for help. She was begging her God to save her soul and her people. Then the sound of a gun, and silence.
He snapped his fingers once again, another burning flame rising.
He just wanted this war to end.
So did she.
But they were both dogs of the military now, and there was nothing to do about it.
That was it. I was in a weird mood while listening to Civil War, by Guns N' Roses.
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~Anana.