Roy liked sound. Waking up, he always heard Riza in the bathroom brushing her teeth, right before hearing her tell him to get out of bed. He could hear the hustle and bustle of the city below him. Weird enough, it calmed him.

One he got ready to face the day, he made his way downstairs and heard the sound of Riza bumping around in the kitchen. It made him happy when he heard her curse as she walked into the counter.

He thought that the sounds he heard everyday made up for his lack of sight.

The music in his life curled around him, always there, at all hours of the day. Roy was thankful for it. It reminded him that Riza was there and would be forever.

Roy liked sound.