Drabble Eight: Stubborn

"Please…" She smiled, her eyes weakening to the point she couldn't hold them open. "Don't forget to sign that form." She whispered. Roy hated her for the second time.

The first time he hated her hadn't been this drastic. She had just looked him in the eyes with a cold, distant look and said "No" in the most monotone voice he had ever heard. They had been dating for too long to hear those words at his drastic proposal. He loved her, why the hell didn't she get that?

But now it was worse. She was going to die in minutes, and her last words would be "don't forget to sign that form".

"I won't." He growled, still holding her hand. "Please, Riza, for once, can you tell me you love me?"

"No." She said, her smile faded, her voice monotone. Just like before, the only difference being the fact her eyes were closed. He kissed her once more.

"Then tell me why not." He whispered, trying to keep his composure in front of her.

"I won't lie to you. I don't love you; I don't want to marry you. I wish you wouldn't ask me to do these things." She looked away from him, opening her eyes slightly once more.

"Riza, why did you date me for so long if you hate me?" Roy sighed.

"I don't hate you. Roy, you looked at me because you were afraid you were looking at men. Hughes, Ed, Havoc… even Fury. You didn't love me." Riza took in a shaky breath.

"I love you now." Roy protested. "And I didn't ask about myself."

"Roy…" She looked up at him. "There's… going to be a lot of paperwork… to deal with, when I die."

"Shut up." He sneered, tightening his grip on Riza's hand. "Just shut up about paperwork. Tell me something I can stomach."

"What do you want me to say, 'I wish I had married you'?" Riza let another shaky breath out.

"I don't care anymore, just not about work." He sighed. Riza took a minute to think.

"I'm not in pain, you know." She said softly. "You can tell them I died peacefully."

"I don't think I'll talk about it." Roy admitted. "But I'll remember that."

"Do you think it was stupid of me?" She sighed.

"No." Roy snapped.

"As long as you say so." She smiled. Her chest hurt, more than previously. She prayed it didn't show on her face. "Roy… I think this is it…" She coughed.

Roy looked on the brink of tears. The last image she saw before her eyes closed was beads rolling down his cheeks.

"Roy… I lied…" She smiled with the last of her strength. "I do… love…"

Roy prayed she heard him when he whispered in her ear.

"I love you too."

End drabble eight.