Grave
Roy, like anyone else, hated funerals. He hated how cruel the world was for taking close ones away. He hated how secrets get revealed when a death occurred. He hated how the cold words engraved on the stone tabs echoed ghostly in his mind.
Each time, he vowed to protect the ones close to him to prevent himself from celebrating their death. And yet, each time...he had failed.
I was truly stupid...he thought.
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The first celebration of death belonged to his mentor. On the same day, he found out the secret to flame alchemy on her back.
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The second celebration of death belonged to his irreplaceable best friend. On the same day, he found out how cruel the gods of the underworld were.
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The third celebration of death was the most depressing of all. It belonged to his heart. On the same day, he found two secrets. Her diary and her feelings for him that never got the chance to make it known to the world.
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He kept telling himself to wait for the 'right' moment to confess his feelings for her. He expected her to be always by his side. Taking her for granted.
I am still truly stupid...he thought.
Now, his back felt cold and vulnerable. The sense of security was gone. Slowly, he placed his military cap on and looked up at the clear blue sky.
It was raining. And if felt harder than usual.
Riza Hawkeye
May Her Soul Rest In Peace
First Class Soldier.
Loved By All.
Fin