A/N: I used far too much hairspray. This chapter was so hard not to write about Chapter 101. Oh and there's a book called, "The Girl Who Played With Fire" and "The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo". It just reminded me so much of Riza.
025. 'So I'm Crying'
"Sir? Fuhrer?" She asked as she followed behind him. She had known as soon as he walked out of meeting he had been in, something had gone wrong. She frowned at the feeling of wanted to reach out and touch his shoulder. She shut the door quietly as they both entered the office, watching as his motions slowed. He leaned against the edge of the desk, back towards her.
"Sir...?" She asked, still afraid of what he was hiding. And for some reason she was afraid of the bottle hidden the bottom desk drawer and how easy it would be for him to dive right into it and lose himself. She tensed when he turned around, but she was forced to control herself when she saw the slightest hint of tears.
"I'm so, so sorry," He said as he walked around the desk to take a seat down, his emotions were forcing his knees to give.
"What have they decided?" Her own voice got caught.
"Death; they have decided death," And it angered her how he spoke it so easily.
"Death? But what about the people that were only fighting for a few months?" Her voice was much stronger this time and he was thankful that she couldn't see him clenching his fists.
"Those people too,"
"I-I don't understand. What will happen to-"
"To me? To you? Is that what you're asking?" He spun around quickly and she jumped at the tone of his voice. His hand reached out for her, after noticing her bottom lip tremble, muttering an apology.
"Well...?" She asked, knowing the answer wouldn't be a good one.
"I told them of your situation and they might reconsider,"
"Reconsider? As in what?"
"What do you think?" He chuckled, trying to hide himself, "I've asked them to let you live," And at that moment was the very one she chose to sink to the floor and that he decided that he might not live to see tomorrow.
A/N: I'm weird.