Author's note: I do not own FMA or its characters. This is AU.
I Am Not Here
Riza stood before his grave, dry eyed. She would not cry. Not here. Not while she was being watched. She knew Gracia stood behind her. Most of the others had left, but she couldn't bring herself to yet. Her hands rested on her stomach, trying to ward off her nausea.
"Riza?"
She didn't turn around. "They never found his body, you know. I have no proof that he's dead."
"Oh, Riza."
"You don't have to stay, Gracia. I'll be all right."
"Havoc and the others asked me to stay with you for awhile. They're afraid you'll do something stupid."
Riza still faced the grave. "If I really knew for sure he was dead, if I had seen his body, I would be very tempted to follow him. But I don't know for sure, and I can't do that to the two of us."
Gracia breath caught. "Riza. Oh, sweetheart. How long?"
"I'm ten weeks along. I found out this morning." She finally turned to face her friend, smiling weakly. "At least I don't have the flu. I'm just pregnant."
Gracia pulled her into a tight hug. "It'll be okay, Riza. I promise."
Riza didn't reply. She honestly didn't know what to say. There was a part of her that wouldn't let go of hope despite what her rational side was screaming at her. She just held onto Gracia and prayed she could hold onto hope.
Theme: Assumptions