At first I thought that this theme was going to be a full-blown story, but I decided that since it's Marth x Roy, I'm putting it in the 100 Theme Challenge.

Also, warning: character death.

ENJOY!

6. Grieve

Ever since Eliwood's death three weeks ago, Roy had been grieving over it. Every day, he stayed in his room, crying his eyes out, and barely eating, sleeping, or training. Whenever it's raining outside, he just stared out the window, thinking about his father. The only time he got out of his home was when he goes to visit his father's grave. His behavior had worried family and friends alike…especially Marth.

Marth understood what he was going through. He, too, had lost his father. He felt the same grief as Roy, but not as severe as what Roy was going through. Roy had been starving himself and he was sleep-deprived, so Marth knew that he had to do something before the red-haired boy will kill himself.

It was raining today…not a good sign as Marth ran up the stairs to find Roy's room. He then managed to find it, and he rapped loudly.

He heard Roy's voice from behind the door. "Sorry, Lilina; I'm not hungry…"

"I'm not Lilina." Marth replied, "It's Marth."

Silence.

"What do you want?" Roy asked.

"I just wanted to check up on you." Marth answered.

"…Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to anyone right now."

Marth shook his head. "Roy, I understand that you're still heartbroken over your father's death, but you're getting yourself sick."

Silence again.

"A-all right. Come in."

Marth opened the door, and he saw Roy sitting on his bed, staring out the window as the raindrops pound it.

Marth sat beside Roy and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Are you OK?" He asked.

Roy just shook his head, saying nothing.

Marth sighed. He then grabbed his shoulders. "Talk to me, Roy."

Roy slowly turned to face the prince, and Marth saw that his eyes were blood-red from crying and the lack of sleep.

"Wh-why do you care about me?"

Marth stared at him in shock. "I'm your best friend; I'm supposed to care when you're not feeling well."

Roy looked down. He then started to talk, "I-I'm thinking about killing myself—"

Marth interrupted right there as soon as he heard those words come out of Roy's mouth, "Don't you DARE say that. I understand how you feel…I lost my father too…but your father wants you to live…for him. If you kill yourself…think of the grief you inflict on your family…your friends…"

Marth then felt a tear fall down, "and me…"

Roy stared at Marth, and he suddenly hugged him, bursting out in tears as he buried his face in the prince's chest.

"I-I MISS HIM! I MISS HIM SO MUCH! Oh Marth…why?! Just why?!"

Marth held the boy back as he cried in his chest. "Shh…let it out…just let it all out…"

Roy cried for what seemed like hours until he stopped. He stared at Marth's eyes with his tearful eyes.

"I-I'm sorry…" Roy sobbed.

"I know, Roy…" Marth said as he caressed his fire-red hair and held him close in his arms, "I know..."

After a few more minutes, Marth stared down at Roy. "Feeling better?" He asked.

Roy nodded. "Yes…thank you for being there for me…" He then fell asleep.

Marth only smiled as he cradled him in his arms as the boy slept, not leaving his side that night.