Author Note: So I am working on writing and posting more consistently. I am planning on writing one chapter for this story every week until it is finished. So here is theme 40: Halves. R&R please!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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It was a cloudy day in Central when Roy and Riza shared a few cups of tea at their favorite café. The rain hadn't arrived yet, but it was imminent. The pair sat in the back left corner, slightly obscured by the shadows.
"Have you been in contact with any of the others?" Roy asked, sipping his tea slowly.
"No Sir," Riza shook her head, "I saw them all last when they boarded their trains yesterday." She nursed a cup of coffee instead of tea.
"Well," he set his cup on the table, "I'll be quiet in the office tomorrow." Despite the white noise in the café, the sentence seemed to echo eerily.
"You should be careful," Riza said quietly, mimicking Roy's motion. "The new subordinates assigned to you could be trouble."
"Yeah," Roy leaned back in his chair, glancing around the café. "Who knows what kind of people are going to be put in my office?" He chuckled lightly.
Riza's eyes narrowed, "Don't die, Sir."
Roy stopped chuckling. "Shouldn't that be my line?"
Their eyes met for a moment.
"No," Riza stated bluntly, "It's not." She rose from her chair abruptly, "I have to go, Black Hayate needs to be walked. Goodbye Colonel."
She dropped a few coins on the table and strode away before Roy could get a word in edgewise. He had no idea, she thought to herself, no idea that if he died, there was no way she could move on. She already spent half her life following him and would continue to do so, even to hell.
But he didn't want her to follow him to hell, he wanted her to live.
Roy glared at the empty chair.
She didn't seem to understand, he wouldn't make it to Fuhrer if she died. He probably wouldn't even make it one more week.
They were two halves of the same whole; where one went, the other followed.
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End note: I'm kind of worried about this one, it seems a bit rushed. But it is long enough to get the point across. Thanks for reading!
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