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Eyes of a Tormented Soul
The room was dark. The shades were pulled down, blocking the street lamp's light for flooding into the room. A shadowed figure slouched against the side of an oak desk. A cylinder shape could be seen levitating a couple feet above the floor.
A close up revealed that the levitating object was actually a bottle. A whiskey bottle to be exact. It was nearly half-empty. The figure who was swishing the contents of the bottle was a man. Raven black hair hung in front of his eyes shielding bloodshot eyes.
Pulling the bottle of alcohol from his mouth he held it lazily in his grip. He stared at the smoky brown liquid. Downing the last of it, he threw the bottle aside next to another bottle that had been cast away not too long ago.
Resting his head back on the side of the desk he didn't feel the pain numb. In fact, it came back twice as hurtful. Anger, fear and sorrow were incased in his chest. The emotions mixed with each other twisting against each other fighting for dominance. One would lead to another. Sorrow to anger, anger to fear, fear back to sorrow. The circle was never-ending.
He knew he heard a noise but nothing seemed to matter anymore. He didn't care if he lived or if death came to him. No, he didn't care anymore. All because of him. The one man who had known him most of his life.
When all his subordinates went home, he would always drag out a bottle of beer or whiskey and down it quickly, always hoping to numb the pain that consumed him. No matter how much or how long he drank the substance it never dented the strong emotions it would only make them worse. He never learned that. Always hoping that this time it would work. He wouldn't feel anything this time. No pain, no misery, no anger, no emotion in general.
He heard shuffling on the other side of the room. He didn't even bother to look and see who it was. He already knew. She would always find him in their office exactly how he was tonight. He wanted to tell her he was sorry for doing this to her but he could never form the words. Her expression only showed him that she understood.
With a bit of difficulty she would gently slide the bottle of whatever liquid he was drink from his hand and help him over to the couch in their office. But not tonight, tonight she stood there in the doorway. She didn't move nor did I. I could feel her grieving stare as I stared forward into space.
Silently she slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind her. Carefully walking over to me she collapsed to the floor next to me. She sat on the back of her knees pressing her hands on her thighs so that they held her upper body up.
She sat next to me. She sat to the right of me with her head tilted downward. The glass 'accidentally' fell from my grasp. It landed with a clunk. I looked at my hands, tracing every line, every wrinkle that I found.
Suddenly my body had a mind of their own. I watched as my body moved so I now faced her. I gently reached out to her cheek. I felt the wetness on her face. Then I saw them. The eyes of a tormented soul. So much grief so much pain it was almost unbearable to look into them. The eyes of her, of Riza Hawkeye, brimmed with salty tears.
Riza stared back at me with those eyes, with those lovely but woeful eyes. I couldn't tear away from them. They captivated my mind drawing me into their trap. My clouded mind felt out of line and so I acted so. I gave her a look that I felt to be so gentle yet aching with mixed emotions. Her expression in return was almost heart breaking.
Silently I wiped her eyes in hopes of clearing the traces of hurt from them. She stared back into my eyes with those mahogany sad eyes. I pulled away from her. Resting my head against the oak desk once again I closed my eyes.
"Roy…" I heard her whisper to me. Her voice was full of fear and concern. My name fell from her lips like silk. She had never said my name the way she did just then. All those other times she'd found me in this state, it was different. She'd always say, 'get up sir, work's begun' or 'sir, you mustn't sleep in the office'. She would walk or drive me home.
Then I felt a feeling. The feeling of just wanting to crawl into a hole and rot away for all eternity. The only problem was that there was no hole. There was no escape. No hiding places only wide-open spaces. A shiver shocked me and coursed through my body alerting Riza that I had moved.
Just then I couldn't take it anymore. Emotions of hatred, anger, sadness and distress busted out like an atomic bomb. I couldn't take it how Maes just left me here alone. He said he'd help me change the world. He promised to be my best man at my wedding (if I ever have one, mind you). He said and promised a lot of things and now he wouldn't be able to up old them. Words spilled out of my mouth without my brain registering what I was expressing.
"DAMN IT MAES! WHY'D YOU HAVE TO DIE! WHY'D YOU LEAVE ME HERE! WHY'D YOU LEAVE ME ALONE! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAD TO GO AND DO SUCH A STUPID STUNT LIKE THAT!"
I pulled my legs closer to my upper body and put my head between my knees to shield my face from the world around me. Then I felt a light touch on my shoulder. I looked up to find Riza holding me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and was honestly hugging me.
Lost in the moment I hugged her back. I felt my anger flow out my body into the air around us. From her left ear I left my lips travel against her skin to her mouth. That's when it happened. Pulling my lips from hers I looked into her eyes. They were no longer eyes of a tortured soul.
Rizahawkeye21A/N: ok I finally got this done! I don't like the ending though. In any case it was suppose to express what Roy felt about Maes' death and Riza's comforting. I, personally think I could of done better but you be the judge. Tell me what you think. Thank you to my reviewers!