Summary: At the right angle, in a line of sight, one might wonder why he never stopped staring at her for so much as a second.
Theme: 075. Why?
Dedication: .Poisoned Scarlet. Thank you!
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Angles
075. Why?
Roy naively always thinks that she tells him everything.
"Stop pretending that love does not exist." He tells Riza one morning; after she has drunk and cried and stolen his heart. He likes the way she always smiles when he buys her something even if it is something she does not like, the way she wrinkled her nose every time before last night when she tried to drink alcohol, and the way that she just accepts that some lose big and some lose small and things do not always go right like she wants them to. But he does not like that she acts so smart, so clever; like love cannot hurt her if she does not believe in it.
"Why?" She asks, sounding as though she does not care either way, not that he can blame her for this. He has never been afraid of dying or anything but himself, and this is why: he does not know when to start. He always does what he pleases at the most inopportune moment, because he does not have the answers to everything even if everyone expects him to. But another part of him knows that she is aware of all the smallest things; from his rushed heartbeat to his shaking limbs to the way he cannot take his eyes away from her. Not that she would ever admit it, until now she has always found it easier to pretend. It makes her less terrified of him, he supposes.
"Because then you will not believe me if I tell you that I love you." Roy says, like it is the simplest thing ever. She has no taste for poetry or music even if she likes novels, because deep down that she has always believed that things that heartbreaking are only meant for beautiful people. He has known this all his life. He tries to find it a coincidence that those things are always about love as well, because their love is not beautiful. It is silent. It is quiet. It is cheap. It is only available in the smallest moments which they regret for weeks after, just like this, and each and every time he feels sick of himself afterwards.
"I would disappoint you anyway." She blankly replies, before rolling over, ignoring the chasm she has just created between them. Maybe she thinks that if she sticks her actions together he will not notice them falling apart. But he can hear the lightest tremor in her voice and see her back through the linen sheet, a tiny earthquake for his eyes only. He may be naïve when it comes to her, and she does not tell him everything, but he knows one thing.
It is only because she is afraid of losing him.
Not that he would leave her anyway, his love is an unconditional sort. Three updates on the trot as well, sorry I have had them stored up so long, my exams are coming up.
Preview: The way the bullet hits his offender is not beautiful or poetic or righteous, but it was never supposed to be.
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