His Pain
He calls me a fool for even looking at him
He calls himself a pitiful being that doesn't belong on this earth
His battle scars never leave his mind
Instead he cowers in fear at the bare thought of that fight
He claims to love me
Yet I know we can never be together in this world
I am his life source
I must stay by his side
For it is my duty and pure goal to protect that man
Silent tears follow down his skin
Memories of those horrible years
I yearn to hold him
Cradle him in my arms
But I hold myself back and watch him in this state
Relying on cheap alcohol and many nights cooped up in his room
Relishing the thought that he could end it with one shot
I pray for his soul
To seek a better outcome and fight this battle with his mind
He is not the same
The blank look in his eyes
They seem to be searching for the answer or a lifeline before he ends it himself
But he thinks twice, always
He thinks of me
As I cried before him once before
Begging him to keep himself alive
He tried so hard to keep away from me
Yet he journeyed over to my form on the floor and held me
Instead of me holding him
He reassured me everything would be alright
I believed him.
Riza Hawkeye about Roy Mustang