--- I literally wrote this in a friend's yearbook. Haha. --
30. Forbidden Love.
There were many examples of it; in books, music, poems, and even in art.
Roy was certain there had never been a story quite like his. A commanding officer and his subordinate wasn't really that far fetched. But a commanding officer who could create flames with a snap of his fingers? A subordinate who can empty a clip into someone and reload in less than five seconds? Definitely NOT average, but perfect for each other.
There was also the fact of their very different personalities. A commanding officer who was dramatic and hot-headed. A subordinate who was cool and calculating. You would think it would be the other way around. But their personalities balance one another. So they're a perfect match.
The commanding officer could be best described as a black-haired, dark-eyed, Magnificent Bastard. The subordinate could best be described as a golden-haired, hazel-eyed, Gun-slinging Angel. Even their descriptions compliment one another.
But that was the whole point of forbidden love, wasn't it? Beautiful yet tragic? The two were perfect for each other in every way, but something always kept them apart. Families, wars, society in general; all of them barriers in the pure and passionate love the couple felt.
Roy looked down at Riza, who was fast asleep lying on his chest. Just like in those stories, the barriers weren't enough to keep them apart. Here they lay on a lazy Sunday, letting the day past them by.
Riza stirred, then blinked groggily up at him. She smiled sleepily. "Hi," she mumbled.
Roy chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. "Hi there, sleepy head."
Yeah. Forbidden love was everywhere. Wasn't it great?