A/N
Long time, no see. Bu I hope to see you every Tuesday of this summer.
FOUR – WEDNESDAY
On Wednesdays, Roy Mustang has always brought blondes home.
Any other day, no blondes. Actually, there are no girls on any other day other than Wednesday. He doesn't need them. He doesn't want them. He only wants a blonde each Wednesday. A blonde with pretty face that would occupy his mind (but not his heart) every Wednesday since…
How long has it been? How many Wednesdays have passed since that Wednesday? Too many; not enough.
Because he can still remember each detail about it. How moonlight danced on her blonde hair through an office window. They were working after time (always, but no more). He remembers her mentioning it was late (now is also too late) and that they should head home (not together but apart, they have been apart ever since). Roy remembers feeling a lump in his throat because that very Wednesday he had every intention of asking her to his apartment, for tea, of course. The apartment was new and Roy didn't like the fact she hadn't stepped in it already. He wanted to ask her to come that fateful night because, you see, it was the anniversary of their first meeting, of that shy Hi! I'm Roy Mustang. Like a horse and Hi! I'm Riza Hawkeye. Like a hawk's eye.
He wondered if she remembered what that Wednesday was, but I guess he'll never know.
The last thing Roy remembers about that awful Wednesday is telling her to walk home safe.
She didn't.
…
Wednesday after Wednesday after Wednesday Roy Mustang has brought blondes home. He has brought them to that apartment the blonde didn't have a chance to see. But not for tea.
Each Wednesday he tries to remake his mistake. He finds a blonde (not the blonde) and hastily, without hesitation, without that lump in his whisky-coated throat asks them. Not immediately to his apartment of course, but gradually it comes to that.
They always say yes.
Would she say yes?
…
Lying on his bed, Roy watches moonlight dancing on her blonde hair through the window. It is Wednesday and she is blonde and that mysterious moonlight is there but something is missing.
Soon Roy finds himself saying Riza's line.
"It's late. (too late) You should head home. (Not we, never we)
A blonde frowns. (Riza didn't frown)
She gathers her clothes. (Not blue like her military uniform but red red red like…)
She walks out of his door. (Riza never did walk in)
He considers shouting after her to walk safe but decides against it. Because this Wednesday is not that Wednesday and this blonde is not that blonde and you can't really shout when you are dreaming.
…
People say that when you are in a coma, you dream constantly the same dream. For Roy Mustang, it was a Wednesday without her.
…
One Wednesday Roy Mustang intended to bring the blonde home.
He didn't.
Instead, he told her to walk home safe.
She didn't.
…
And on Thursday he tried to kill himself.
A/N
So basically, one Wednesday Riza gets killed while walking home late at night. Roy blames himself because he could have saved her if he had asked her to come see his new apartment as he intended to do. So, on Thursday he tries to kill himself only to fall into a coma where he constantly dreams about his life after Riza's death.
Originally, I wanted to portrait Roy as a grief- stricken playboy. I have no idea how it has come to this.
What do you think? I really would like to hear from you guys. It's been so long…