Death

She always loved reading romance novels. However, there was one thing she loathed the most about it.

The ending

Either the ending won't go the way she wanted it to be or worse; one of the main characters die which is what happens most of the time. All the endings will forever be one of the following: too sad, too corny, too happy, too gushy, too unrealistic, or too perfect.

"Finished?" Roy asked as she closed her book.

"Yup." She replied, sighing a little. "The main character killed himself in the end."

"How come?"

"Because his girlfriend died."

"Well, I don't blame the guy." Roy said thoughtfully. "I would kill myself if my beloved girlfriend died."

"How come you didn't jump off a cliff when Lexa got shot by one of your pursuers?" She grinned slightly at the joke.

Insulted, Roy scowled deeply and crossed his arms. "Because Hawkeye, she never died. The bullet only hit her leg. Plus, she was never a beloved girlfriend. I just dated her for fun."

"Even so...you should've been worried sick when she got shot."

"I was!!" He countered defensively.

"For only ten minutes. After you found out that the injury wasn't fatal, you went out partying later on that night. Very un-colonel like, sir."

"Oh c'mon, the bullet only grazed her leg. But anyway, like I said...she was never a beloved girlfriend. If I had a beloved girlfriend that got hurt even the tiniest bit, I would stay by her side until she got healed." Roy answered manly.

Riza couldn't help but roll her eyes. "That's hard to believe."

"Hey!! I'm not as bad as you think I am!! I'm actually very caring. Why I'm deeply disappointed in you Lieutenant. After all these years, you still think I'm an uncaring playboy."

"Wow...I'm surprised that you actually knew what I feel about you sir." She said sarcastically. "Ever met one of those beloved girlfriends that you were talking about?"

"Nope."

"Exactly why I think you're an un—"

"Actually yes." Roy suddenly interrupted her.

"You have?" Riza raised an eyebrow and stared at him blankly. A new feeling arose inside her. Whatever it was...it couldn't be jealousy. Can it?

"Well...she's not actually my girlfriend...not yet anyways...hopefully she will be, but I classify her as a very beloved person to me." He mused sheepishly.

Who is it?!! She wanted to ask or shout.

"Do I know this girl?" Riza questioned instead. Asking the question directly would be too weird.

"Hmm kind of..."

"Kind of??"

"Wow, you really want to know huh?" Roy smirked and looked at her with amusement.

"Umm...I-I was just curious that's all. I never thought you would settle down with that playboy behavior of yours." She answered hastily as colour rose up to her cheeks.

"You know...I'm actually thinking about asking her out. I think I will now." He pondered loudly.

"Y-You are?!" Riza accidentally spoke louder than usual. Oh, how she wanted to shoot whoever the colonel was talking about right now.

"Yup. Are you okay Hawkeye? You seemed a little...perplexed." Roy asked worriedly.

"I'm alright sir. So who's this beloved person of yours?" she inquired boldly.

"Wow...you're really into this." The colonel grinned teasingly and sighed dramatically. "If you must know..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm talking to her right now."

"Huh?...What do you mean you're talking to her now? Right now...you're talking to—" She gasped as she came into realization.

"Riza." He said her first name softly yet huskily. "Want to go out with me? I would die for you."

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Maybe some deaths aren't as bad as it seems. Especially in her life story.

Fin

I'm sorry for the late update! So this time, I decided to write an extra long one-shot. This theme was very troublesome for me, and I'm sorry that it ended up too drabblish/OOC. Hope you enjoyed it tho. I shall be updating frequently now. So stay tuned!

Ciao for now.