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Thinking of Her

Roy almost drowned himself in alcohol. The whole evening since she had left he had drank more than then shots ever half an hour repeatedly. He wanted to love her but his job restrained him from allowing them to be.

Every day he stole a glance at Riza when she wasn't paying any attention. The blonde color of her hair highlighted the room as well as lit up almost ever detail on her face. Her eyes were, lord were they the most gorgeous eyes in the world Roy thought in his absentmindedness state.

Her heavenly, mahogany colored eyes penetrate his black ones on a daily basis. In astonishment, Roy wondered how she knew him so well. Almost too well. Well she's known me for how many years? He hiccuped. Roy knew that wasn't what he was getting at. It was just the fact that she could sense how and what he thought, knowing if he was depressed, uncomfortable or happy. Or was it how she knew what he was going to say next that got to him?

Hiccuping uncontrollably, Roy slid out of his desk chair onto the floor. Crawling with difficulty he managed to pull himself to the wall window behind his desk, leaning his back on it. The coolness made him shiver a bit. Closing his eyes keeping his head back he reached for his beer bottle and took another swig. The sensation it gave him made Roy feel a bit giddy.

Roy looked around the room wishing she were here to stop him from drinking. Taking another mouthful he flushed the idea his already out-of-it brain.

Unknowingly Roy fell sideways to the carpeted floor where he felt paralyzed. He didn't feel like moving. He stared into space hoping she was doing better thank resorting to booze.

Knowing Riza she was probably doing peachy. Nothing ever penetrated her mental barrier, nothing. Amazingly, Roy was able to catch a glimpse of the clock that hung on the wall, midnight it said.

Obtaining the strength to get up he stumbled over to the couch in the corner of the room. Yanking his navy blue jacket off the coat rack he dropped noisily to the leather and curled up underneath his jacket. Dropping the bottle letting the liquid stain the dark carpet beneath he whispered underneath his breath,

"Good night my love…. Riza."

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A/N: this rambling is supposed to tie into the previous one. hope u like it! please review!