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More Roy torture... poor bastard... I should really lay off the Royai angst for a little bit, let someone else share in the fun...
He had been acting strangely the last few days. Muttering to himself, reminiscing over old photos, occasionally crying a few tears when he thought no one was looking. The rain was surely just a coincidence. Rain couldn't send such a strong person into an abysmal fit of depression like that. It just wasn't like him.
He tried to act like there was nothing wrong, tossing out the occasional insult, smirking the smirk, just going through the motions of a regular day. To anyone that knew him, really knew him, it was obvious, but otherwise, it was tough telling his emotions apart from any other emotion he claimed to have.
He needed some air. If he didn't go outside soon, he felt like he was going to explode. Scratch that. He wasn't going to explode, but some unwitting object in his proximity would. As he walked out onto the street he couldn't notice the happy buzz and chatter of all the people around him, which made him feel even more selfish and self-centered.
How do all these people just manage to get over everything?
He whispered something softly to himself, but it was lost in the crowd, so that no one would ever hear what he had said. Looking at the cracked pavement, he couldn't help but think of painful memories of times that seemed so distant, just out of his reach.
He randomly picked a direction and began to wander, lost absent-mindedly in thought, drifting down from shop to shop. He came across the window display of a shop that sold silverware. Knives. Roy could have sworn that at that very moment the breeze began to bite, as if talking to him.
"I'm still here…" It seemed to say.
There was just a feeling, an aura that surrounded him, that made him feel like that idiot was still standing next to him, grinning like a fool. He looked into the glass surrounding the window display and saw the silhouetted image of him slowly fade back to wind. He would never see that face again…
The next day, she saw him cheer up considerably. Riza wondered whether he was really over whatever it was he was depressed about, or if he had just found a new way to conceal his emotions. Interestingly enough, it had stopped raining last evening. She saw Mustang shed a single solitary tear, and she suddenly understood.
It had been a year, and for Colonel Roy Mustang, it was still raining.
I just love picking on Roy... :grin:
'Taters
