Broken Promise
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Sounds of terrified screams echoed in his ears. "How could I have been so stupid? It all happened right after I left...what did I do wrong?" he sobbed. "Don't sulk like that..." said a voice from behind. Colonel Roy Mustang turned around. "I...the very thing I feared most happened within ten minutes after I left. I can't believe I didn't even--"
"There was nothing any of us could have done about it...it's not your fault."
Roy looked down. "Thanks, Armstrong, but I don't think that will replace my loss." Alex looked taken aback. "Colonel...it'll be alright. You didn't do anything wrong. Everything happens for a reason, Roy."
"Everything, huh?" Mustang asked. Just then, he remembered Hughes. His stupid smile...his cheerful voice...his stupid pictures. A single tear ran down the colonel's face. "But...how could that be--If everything happened for a reason, then what was the reason for Hughes? What was the reason for this! I didn't learn anything from the death of Hughes, if I had, I wouldn't be here right now!"
Alex just stood there. "The reason will soon appear, hopefully. Until then, we need to be strong. It was just her time, and nobody knows why." Roy nodded. "Not yet...and that's my job to figure out why. Whoever did this..." he sighed. "I suppose moping about it isn't going to help." he said. Armstrong smiled. "I hope you feel better." With that, he took off his hat, bowed, and left. Roy, however, remained. "I'm really going to miss you..." he said. He placed a flower on a gravestone which read:
Here lies Elizabeth Hawkeye. Fisrt Lieutenant and loyal, beloved friend.
It began to rain.
Three Weeks Later...
Colonel Mustang sat in his apartment, sorting through papers. He heard a knock at the door. "Go away." he said. "I came to check on you." said a familiar voice from outside the door. Roy peered through the door. It was Armstrong "Colonel, you're a mess..." he said, looking past him. "...And so is your apartment." He added.
Mustang shrugged blindly, and let him in. Amazed, Armstrong looked around. He was frozen stiff. Papers were everywhere, there were circles on the walls, chairs were fallen, bottles everywhere. But what had really caught his eye...was something dead center in the middle of the floor. "Sir?" asked Armstrong. Roy had already made his way to a corner in the small apartment. "Roy, you aren't really going to---"
"WHAT ELSE IS LEFT FOR ME! NOTHING! NOT A DAMN THING! EVERYTHING I KNEW AND LOVED IS GONE! GONE, YOU HEAR ME! THERE'S NOTHING LEFT!" Roy shouted from his corner. "No! Mustang! Listen to me, this isn't the answer to...you shouldn't...DO YOU WANT TO END UP LIKE----"
"I know! I don't...but there's just nothing left...I'm such a helpless human, and this is the only thing for me to do." Roy sulked. Armstrong stared at him akwardly. "Yes...there is something left. You have your job...your life, Mustang! Are you really going to let the death of two loved ones ruin you? That's not who you are!" he said. Mustang looked up at him. "Please, colonel...I don't care what you do with your life...just don't mess with others. Promise me." he added.
The colonel stood up slowly. "Okay, Armstrong...I promise."
Armstrong nodded. "Thank you, sir." he said. Roy wiped a tear from his face. "I'll be going now. I'll see you at work tomorrow." said Alex, as he shut the door behind him. Mustang looked around his apartment. "I promise..." he repeated.
He walked into his kitchen. "I promise..."
"I..." he started, and then began crying once more. "I'm sorry...I couldn't save you, Hawkeye...so, I'll make it up to you."
He leaned on the counter. "For you..."
Walking back into the main room, Roy fell to his knees, staring at what lie before him and clasped his hands together. "I will break my promise."
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R&R, I hope you liked it. Sorry, it's kinda sad, and it doesn't get any happier. It's the kind of thing for you to read when you're feeling sad, but not the kind of thing to cheer you up...err...long ending note...