Letters:
A small box is kept underneath his bed. The box is full of emotions, desperations and dedications. Inside it there are letters. Letters that are handwritten. Those that are full of hidden desires and meaning, full of intimacy and respect. Something he never thought he could feel for another human being. He flicks through the stray pieces of paper within the black box and remembers the first time he had begun writing to her. It had been during Ishbal rebellion where he had felt so alone and depressed. Usually these would be written over a few shots of Whisky. When he was tipsy, when he had been the most venerable. He had no idea why he had kept these letters after all these years without sending them, maybe he had been scared of what she would say. And then he thinks that maybe someday he'll show her, but until he does, he'll continue writing these letters just because he believes that these letters are the only ones listening.
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Ooh. I love these Roy personal drabbles. I love to write them the best, I think. Eh, I probably could relate to him more so than Riza. I'm not sure why though. But I do relate to Riza sometimes... But more Roy, I guess. He's my main muse, either way. Damn, I ramble heaps! Anywho, please read and review. It makes me smile.
Sailor Starlight Girl.