My first finished FMA fic. I'm so proud of me…

Btw, thanks to everyone who gave me such overwhelming feedback! You guys are much loved…

I don't own FMA.

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She was in a movie. It was dark, it was night. There was something sinister that lingered in the surroundings. She was alone, with her pulse rate drumming in her mind.

The movie was a suspense.

She heard the click of a revolver and in one direction an assailant materialized, face contorted in a malevolent smile and arm extended with a gun trapped in his fingers.

The movie was an action.

"Hawkeye…" the usually brisk tone was weak and she turned around for familiarity. Instead, she saw her greatest fear not just haunting her, but coming true.

Her colonel was on the ground, clasping at the hole in his stomach from which flowed bright, fresh, red blood, his black eyes glazing over.

"No, no…please no…" The hand that held her pistol at her side limped, and she dropped on her knees.

"You…" A crimson stream trailed from the corner of the colonel's mouth. "…failed me."

"Colonel!" She screamed when his eyes closed, when he stopped moving.

She scrambled to where he lay, crawling on her hands and knees to shake him awake, to shake him alive. "Roy! Roy Mustang! Colonel! No!"

She sobbed as the killer's maniacal laugh furthered the violence, her words becoming inaudible as they rushed into hopeless apologies.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

Icy steel against the nape of her neck as her tears cooled against his pale, cold skin. She wanted the trigger to be pulled so desperately, so that she can want to live in death, to live for him.

"I'm sorry!"

BANG!

The movie was a tragedy.

But it wasn't a memory.

Because when she woke up two days later in Central's medical ward, it was to his voice ("Wake up, Hawkeye") and the comforting reassurance of his steady, warm breath blowing in her ear, she knew she had done her duty. Dreams can lie; no, no, nightmares lied, while dreams hoped.

Because he was still here, giving her something to live for, someone to protect, a reason to exist.

And he was breathing, like she was now. Still breathing, always breathing…

And when the day comes that she cannot force the oxygen back in his lungs time and time again, she would be sure to follow him in suffocation.

fin

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Officially over. But watch out for more, I'm on a writing roll!

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