Lego House
The house is in shambles – it's been that way for a while now – and though she tries her best to keep it maintained, its two stories and overgrown yard are too much to take care of on her own.
On her own.
She's alone now, she realizes. Her father's gone, buried in the town's lonely cemetery, and his apprentice has gone off to chase his dreams in the military. There's nothing left for her here – only a town full of painful memories and a house just as broken as she feels on the inside.
If she were sentimental, she supposes she might have a hard time letting it all go – it's the house where she was born in, lived all her life in; it's the house where her mother baked her cookies and where her father chased her around the yard. (But it's also the house where her mother died, and the house where her father burned his legacy into her back with dark red ink.)
She's not sentimental. The years of loneliness have hardened her, built a brick wall around her with all of her good memories trapped on the outside. There's nothing left in that old house but creaky floorboards and dusty windowsills.
She doesn't know where to go, but she'll wake up tomorrow and start over, settle her father's debts and sell the house; go somewhere far away and try something new.
She'll tear it all down, pick up the pieces, and build it all up again.
In which I tried to use Riza's house as a metaphor for her life situation? Well, I tried.
I'm currently working on another fanfiction project (I've been working on a few for a while actually...) which has yet to be finished, so I thought I'd share this little piece in the meantime. I wrote it last week for fma_fic_contest's prompt, brick, and managed to get second place! It was a great accomplishment for me, being as it was my first time winning anything!
Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! As always, reviews are always lovely!