Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: Spoilish for Roy and Riza's childhood.
Sixty: At The Window
Riza didn't like the widow of her bedroom. It was on the second floor of her father's house – these days it didn't feel like her own home – and had quite a view. She could see all the way from the front yard of their house into the village. It made it quite easy to see bad news come and go. She couldn't remember good news arriving for a long time, but she could remember the bad. She remembered watching from her window as her mother's body was taken away, and seeing – quite by accident – the banker walk up the front path, on his way to tell her father that they were now in debt.
Worst of all, Riza thought, was seeing Mr. Mustang's back as he walked down into the village to catch the train back to his house. She wasn't in love with him or anything – even she recognised that she was too young for love – but everything seemed easier when he was there. The house wasn't as empty, her father wasn't as grouchy, and she felt almost like a child again. Sometimes the atmosphere lightened so much that it was almost as though her mother hadn't died.
So, even though she hated the window, she'd still look out of it from time to time, hoping that she'd be able to see Mr. Mustang on his way back.