an: this fic is dedicated to mica because it is her birthday! woo! happy birthday mica 3 i know you enjoy the angst as much as i do (angst buddies!) so hopefully this one hits the mark : )
a few people were asking about me possibly continuing this micro-fic i had written before christmas, and i was more than happy to! i just didn't have the full idea yet. well, it hit me like a tonne of bricks so i'm diving in head first and what better way to do it than write it as a birthday gift to one of my dearest friends! this will be angst city central so buckle up my dudes and enjoy the ride!
chapters will be short (i'm challenging myself to be under 1000 words for each) simply because i don't have a major amount of time right now however i am desperate to get this idea out of my head and this will motivate me to do it haha
enjoy!
song for this fic is "the last dance" by withing temptation
A lone figure stood on the balcony outside the ballroom for a brief escape from the heat, the noise, and the people.
Today had been one of the toughest days of her life. Riza's time in Ishval took the cake with that title, however this was just as hard emotionally. Tears sprang to her eyes and she closed them briefly. They feel down her cheeks, but Riza didn't care. She wasn't wearing makeup anyway.
She'd been so strong all day but now she needed to let go.
The team had shot her concerned looks throughout it, while shooting scalding looks at the reason for her upset. However, there was nothing they could do about it. What was done was done. They knew this day was coming, had done for a year. They all had to learn to deal with it and keep moving forward.
The door behind her opened quietly and Riza just knew who it would be. The one person she really didn't want to see right now.
"You okay?" Roy murmured. He couldn't talk to her like that. Not now, and not anymore.
Like a lover.
"Havoc told me to come out and see you."
"Perfectly fine, sir," she replied, straightening her spine and turning to face him. It was unfair, how good he looked. "Just needed some air." Her voice was calm, collected, and strong. Her brief moment of release was over, time to get back to the party. Knowing that she had to keep up this front in his presence for the rest of her life made the task seem daunting, but she'd hid her feelings for him for twenty years already. What was another five, or ten?
"Congratulations on your wedding, sir," she smiled widely. "You're one step closer to becoming Fuhrer."