#9 - Replica
Every week Mustang would take a new girl home with him, and they all had the exact same modus opperandi: average height, blonde hair, and amber eyes. One would think that out of all the women in Central, Mustang would have already started his second round with the women. No one seemed to make the connection between the women he was choosing. They were all based off his preferences for one of his subordinates.
On nights like tonight, after the young lady had left the warmth of his bed, he would lay endless hours awake, pondering the one question always on his mind: Why?
No matter how many nights he spent, Roy could never find a girl who cold even slightly replicate Riza. He'd have to admit it; he was addicted to her. Their relationship, needless to say, was quite unorthodox, and the one night they'd spent together was the same. No matter how hard Roy tried to find just one girl like Riza, he only proved to himself that she was unique in both her fiery passion and calm demeanor.
In the end, she was made for him, and he for her.