1. Drowning
Every time he was around her, that weird feeling would surface. He had been trying to name that feeling for quite some time now. His mind would go oddly blank and his voice, usually filled with determination, would sound uncertain. Actually, now he came to think of it. All his determination seemed to evaporate, every time they were in the same room. One word from her was able to make him feel really stupid d immature, one look from her could make him soar through the sky. His feelings made absolutely no sense.
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He was standing in front of her. Her maroon eyes reflected the moonlight in a beautiful way. Slowly he raised his hand, running his fingers through her long blonde hair.
"Riza.." he whispered.
She blushed and tried to look away.
"Sir," she said softly, "what do you think you're doing?"
He could tell she was trying to sound stern, but she was failing miserably. Her voice quivered with emotion. And suddenly Roy knew.
He brought his face closer to hers and lifted her chin, so he could gaze into those beautiful eyes once more. When her eyes met his he smiled, bringing his face even closer to her's. They were no more than an inch apart as he whispered: "I'm drowning."