Royai~Dark Eternity

The Useless Flame

Roy's POV
The next morning I got up. I barely got any sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about the death of Maes. I put on my military uniform, and put on a long, black coat over it. Then I grabbed my hat. I had to go to the funeral. Once I arrived I saw everyone from the military, his wife and daughter, and his other loved ones. Gunshots. He went off as I watched them put the casket into the ground and start burying him.
(I'm sorry for doing this, but I have to.)
"Mommy. Why are they putting all that dirt on daddy?" Elicia says, holding onto her mother's hand. "They're burying him, dear." Gracia responds in a quiet voice. Crying a lot. "But if daddy gets buried, he won't be able to do his work." Elicia says, in a weak voice. Her mother looks down at her, more tears streaming down her face. "Elicia." The mother says in a raspy voice. She picks up the small, clueless child and holds her tight. Crying even more. "Daddy says he has a bunch of work he needs to do! No! Stop it! Stop putting dirt on him! Daddy!!" The girl screams. I could see Armstrong crying, covering his face as the tears fall. I tried to hide my tears. The girls piercing words struck me hard. I stayed until the sun was about to set. I looked at his grave. "Promoted to brigadier general, just for dying in the line of duty." I said. "And you were suppose to be helping me make my way through the ranks. You got it all backwards. You damn, crazy fool." I heard a voice come from behind me. "Colonel." It was Riza's voice. "Alchemists as a whole we really are horrible creatures aren't we?" I asked. "There's a side of me that's desperately trying to crack the theory of human transmutation right now. I understand what what those boys have felt, when the tried to bring their mother back." I said. "Are you all right Colonel?" Riza asked. As I put on my hat I told her my answer. "Yeah I'm fine. Except. It's a terrible day for rain." The lieutenant looked at the sky to check for rain. She gave me this puzzled look. "What do you mean? It's not raining." She said. She looked at me. I started crying. "Yes. It is." She looked at me with concerned eyes. "Oh, so it is. Why don't we head back? It's getting chilly out here." She said. I agreed. I went back home and made the others investigate the murder scene of my comrade. Once I got home, I couldn't stop thinking about the funeral. That fool. I was supposed to die first. Not you. I thought. All I could think of were negative thoughts. I went to the bathroom. I grabbed a blade and started cutting my wrist. Digging deeper into my skin with every thought and word I could think. I didn't bother to wash up my wrist or the blood that dripped from my arm that landed on the floor. I didn't bandage my wrist. I wanted to feel the pain in my wrist. I did deserve it anyways. I tried to sleep, but I just couldn't. I felt so useless. I couldn't do anything. I was just a wet match. I felt nothing. I was gone.

*Cries* I'm so sorry! I'm sorry you had to relive that moment! I was crying my eyes out! Anyways, I hope that this chapter was okay. If you cried I apologize in advance. Next chapter will not be in Roy's point of view, (finally) but will be in Riza's! Hopefully this next chapter won't be as sad as this one. (I'm sure it won't.) But don't get your hopes up. It doesn't get any happier. (Until the end that is...) That's all! See you in the next chapter!