Running Out of Embers

Unrequited Love

Roy smirked his dastardly smirk as Ed whipped around and walked away yet again. He was off to another crazy mission that had just been assigned by the Colonel, and as his back faded into the distance, Roy's face fell. He had offered to let him stay in town until tomorrow morning, and maybe go with his team to a cool hangout- but Ed had refused, as always. Perhaps one day he would explain why he always wanted Ed to stay, or that it was more than just 'wanting time to make fun of him even more'.

Riza sighed deeply, and Roy felt a twinge of guilt. He knew she was in love with him, and she had voiced that desire in the past, but he had politely turned her down, saying he could not get any deep relationships going that could get held against him. It was partially true; if he were to date her, the Furher could hold her as hostage in a much more sadistic way than he already was.

However, he did not tell her that he had already given his heart to another, and she had to figure that out on her own. Well, that she had. Within a week she realized the way she looked at him was the way he looked at Ed, and she supported her superior fully. While it may have been unorthodox, it was still unrequited love, and she felt for him, even if she could not help but feel utterly sorrowful whenever she caught him staring at the boy.

Roy worked hard all day, even if his mind was blank and wandering. He hoped delving into case files would distract him, but it did not. After so many empty, unsatisfying hours, the work day was finally done. He rose from his chair and began placing his required objects in a briefcase, and Breda dropped by for a moment.

"You comin' with us tonight? Is the kid?"

Roy simply shook his head, eyes absent. Breda expressed a bit of concern, that going out would 'distract him from that blind kid', but the Colonel failed to even respond to these words. Finally, the insubordinate gave up and left to join his comrades, and the lone officer began to take the short walk home. Usually, he would drive, but not today. It was raining, you see, and he loved the way the rain echoed his feelings of coldness. Though his flames burned bright and passionate, his brain was icy and useless. He almost felt no purpose nowadays, after so many times of rejection.

How come I can get any girl in East City and still not have that one kid?

His feet clacked as the expensive black shoes hit the pavement, and the small pattering sound of rain comforted his lonesome soul. People would laugh at him, if they ever knew, for feeling so distraught over such a simple situation; this he knew. It was just a stupid crush, and it was no fair of him to be so upset about something he and Ed could not help, and he felt so invalid. He felt as if being upset was a horrid deed, because there are so many worse things he could be sad about, so why this? Why was this the thing that ate away at him? Why?

Upon reaching his home, which was dark, and cold, Roy did not bother turning on the lights. Though rain may not have been showering down anymore, it was still raining, and this storm was raging with a passionate agony. Thunder ripped through the small building, echoing softly, and his knees collapsed beneath him as his hands flew to his face. Gloved fingers flexed as he trembled, and he wondered if this could even be considered normal. Of course it could not, normal people did not have breakdowns over people that did not love them. That could not love them. That had so many other important people in their life than them. The light flipped on, and Roy slowly glanced up.

"Mustang?"