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She Knew
She knew I couldn't commit myself to her. (But never would I commit to another.) She knew I had no time for something as petty as love. (Not until I reached the top, at least.) She knew that I only cared for my goal. (A goal much more complicated than just becoming Fuhrer.) She knew of the treacheries I had willingly aided. (And how I wished myself dead for it.) She knew the hell that my gloved hand was capable of. (She had seen it all through that tiny scope.) She knew the smell of ash and the cries of death I had created. (And how I rarely slept at night- haunted by the memories.) She knew that much more than a soldier was buried with Maes Hughs. (He was my best friend, comrade, and my greatest strength.)
She knew all of this, and, still, there she was, standing behind me. (Which is why I will move forward. I will make this world a better place, and redeem myself. So that, one day, I will be worthy of her.)
End.
A/N: Grammatically, I am sorely disappointed in this piece. Yet, I keep reminding myself that since I used Mustang's POV it is almost acceptable because most people don't think in grammatically correct terms. Don't worry, though, it gets better from here.