Whispers
Riza Hawkeye entered his superior in command's office, still in her street clothes, in need of some documents. The door closed... and it was dark;no, not only the image that the faint light of the streetlamps gave at that late hours of the rainy night, but also the expression printed on the young mans face, who was sitting just across from her.
Her face was solemn, trying to surpress the pain she shared with him... and for him. She gently approached him while Roy hadn't even noticed her pressence, slowly drawning in himself and his nightmares.
His eyes wandered lazily towards the bottle of alcohol that once had been placed by his right on the desk, but surprisingly for him, it was not there when he tried to reach for it. Barely realizing that fact, and barely wondering why, he tried to reach to the empty glass that was supposed to be there too: Gentle fingers slowly taking it away...
-Sir... –She whispered after palcing both, the bottle and the glass, somewhere safe.
He felt a soft hand taking his and some words registering in his mourned mind:
-Come on... I'll take you home... –She offered softly.
His lips just acted by reflex, being only able to pronnounce one thing in that state:
-Hawkeye...
As barely a whisper it slipped from his mouth, not even having realized who was in front of him, nor why it was the first thing that scaped from his mind, nor even why it just flowed as a silent prayer, as if he had always have been saying it.
She helped him get up from his sit and slowly walk. Two steps. Two steps and he tumbled, maybe because of the alcohol running through his lonely veins, or maybe because of the need of confort ; he just found himself under an embrance shared by someone warm. She held him while his lips moved one again, never scaping a sound from them, but as softly as the last time they moved, and even if his mind didn't even bother to register the gentle impulse it had slipped from it, his subconscious knew why and what was it.
"...Riza..."
Her fingers were mild and her breathing warm... both full of pain while she tried her best to confort him by soft caresses. Along his hair, along his jaw, along his face...He buried himself more into her close contact, and a tear found the weakness it needed from his owner to be able to scape.
Silently, she took his hand once more and taking it close to her, she once again tried for him to walk. Her lower lip trembled after seeing his face: Dead, with a full tray of tears. Dead, as he didn't even show nor realize the pain he was releasing right then and there. Dead, as there was no spark of life in his eyes.
They only reached the sofa, and she helped him lay down, softly caressing his face while he finally closed his eyes into a peacefull slumber. In a few seconds he was already dreaming: "...it feels good..." –He dreamed as he saw butterflies and felt them caress his face.
A little sigh was heared in the room while Riza mildly wiped away his superior officer's tears. She would worry about her own pain later. Now, she would only do her best while drying his tears, while wrapping him with some blankets, while caressing him untill his tears stopped, while conforting him while he was asleep,... while telling him in silent words "...I'm right here for you..., just see me... Roy"
Warmth welcomed him first in the morning. He was alone in his office when his eyes first focused where he was. "...A dream..." –He thought-...Hawkeye...–He said instead. That was the last word heared in that office as another day begun. Just like the others when he had been drunk.
FIN