Two people, miles apart, had no clue they were doing the same thing. They were pacing. The only difference was Edwarda Elric wasn't in a cell and she had vodka to dull the repetitive motion.
Something was driving her insane, she couldn't sleep anymore unless drunk because of it. Even then, she still saw those black eyes and the matching head of hair. She could still hear the voice of her now former superior officer talking to her or sometimes even singing.
It scared her. She had found herself thinking of him lately and that was when it started. It was that day, two months ago, when somebody said "did you hear Amestris' Flame Alchemist got his sight back?"
His companion had an answer. "Yeah, just in time to go on trial, too." That planted the seed of him in the back of her mind and it had grown, spread like a wildfire when he was in her dreams that night. At first, it was like she was watching him from a distance until the third night when he called out to her.
Every night since, she heard everything he wanted to let out. She stood there and listened to him. He spoke of childhood memories and how the guards claimed his cell was haunted now. Haunted by the ghost of a young woman. She would look around his cell and feel trapped, even more than she had in the cell at Briggs.
It was just before sunrise when she passed out. Roy Mustang was waiting for her. The guards complained about the ghost again but she saw no ghost. She went with him as he asked and saw him being give fearful looks. No. Not him. Her. She was being given the looks. Could they see her?
She stepped out into a crowd, stopping where she was asked to. He was informed he could be reunited with his pet ghost soon as he was lead to a walk. Then it hit her, she was the ghost. As she fled back to her body, four words and the sound of ten to twenty gunshots echoed in her mind.
"Good God, don't jump!"
She was found, broken on the pavement besides the tallest building, not even an hour later but the two that had mentioned him, Roy's final words unheeded.