It was a beautiful day for a wedding. It wasn't cloudless, but they were cloud-watching clouds in a blue silk sky, a sky with a radiant and warm gold-button-sun.
Roy Mustang was hiding outside on the perfect wedding day, holding his wife.
It was hardly a happy day. The marriage was likely to last only a few months before their war crimes trial.
And then? Prison. Separation, probably. They both knew they couldn't live without each other. So...
"I suppose it's justice, but still..." said Riza.
"I've hurt you too many times already..."
"No more than yourself."
"But you're the one that matters."
"Not to me."
"Of course not..." He sighed and brushed his fingers through the ends of her hair.
"I guess I'll just have to follow you to hell."
"I wish I could go alone..."
"I'll never let you be alone."
"Of course you won't. I'd never ask you to follow me to hell..."
"Where else would I have to go?"
"I know... If I could have changed things..."
"We've done all we can..."
"It doesn't feel like enough..."
"No. I guess there's nothing left to do..."
"Don't get some foolish idea in your head that any of this is your fault."
"No more than yours."
"I suppose..."
"Roy."
"...You're beautiful." She smiled and shook her head at him. "I mean it. Whatever happens... I love you."
"I love you too..."
"And today I have you..."
"Oh, really?"
"And there is something else we can do..."
"What might that be?"
He kissed her, and for a few moments it was a different life, one where they could have been together. A few moments later, eyes beginning to tear met.
"Horrible day for rain," whispered Riza.
"It's not raining," said Roy. He paused to touch her hair again. "But I'm useless anyway."