#2 Gunshot

Bang.

The sound of a gunshot echoed through the empty concrete range.

Bang.

The blonde haired woman didn't bother to wear earmuffs. The gunshot was the only think keeping her scattered mind connected to the world of reality. Her hair never interfered with her sight when she cocked her head to the side so she could look down the barrel of her silver gun. Her finger pulled against the trigger.

Bang.

'How can they believe that? He can't…be gone…' Her finger squeezed the trigger again.

Bang.

The sound of a gunshot broke apart the utter chaos that roamed her mind for just a short period. Her breathing became uneven as realization started to settle her mind.

Bang.

'He can't be gone. He wouldn't do something that would risk his life.' She could still see the words on the note perfectly in her mind:

Private Roy Mustang, killed in action.

Bang.

All the energy started to drain from her body. The realization of what happened swept through her limbs.

"He's dead."

Bang.

The echoes of a gunshot, nor the comfort of friends could stop her aching heart from falling into the abyss of despair.

Bang.

A lone tear slid down her cheek, before its brothers and sisters, when she bowed her head after she fired her last round.