Why
I was too late. I couldn't save you. I should have been there. This never should have happened. You've been through so much in the past year. This was too much for you to handle. But you locked everyone out. Refused to let us see your pain. Refused to let me see your pain.
Why? Why? Why?
Death after death. Day after day. You couldn't hold the pain in any longer. You snapped. Broke down. You did everything but cry. You had no tears left. No. You had plenty of tears. You were in too much pain to cry. You thought you lost everything. You believed you had nothing left to live for. Everything was gone.
Why? Why? Why?
You lost your best friend. You mourned. You received a memo. A misinterpreted memo. You cracked. "She is lost. We can not find her. We searched the battle field and found nothing." The last words that rang through your head. Stung your eyes. Burned into your head. Didn't you see the chance behind those words. Didn't you see the possibility behind those letters there? There on that parchment?
Why? Why? Why?
Just one more minute. One more second. All would have been better. All would have been saved. I was not lost. I was coming home. Coming home to you. I'm alive. I'm alive. I pushed myself to strive on to find you. To show you I was okay. I was all right. I was alive. But that no longer matters. Your soul died. You were nothing but an empty shell holding that gun. You were already dead inside. And now, the shell is gone too.
Why? Why? Why?
Why sir? Why? Why couldn't you just wait. A second more. Just one second I would have walked in and smiled. Walked in and saw you. Alive. Waiting for me. But no. I walked in and saw the shell. The shell that held the gun. Colonel why? Why didn't you just wait longer. A second longer? You would have seen I was okay. I was alive. Why Colonel Roy Mustang? Why did you die!
Why? Why? Why?
A/N - My longest drabble ever. 355 words. Please review. Constructive criticism accepted. No Flames (Thats Roy's job only).
