So, I've had this idea for...about a month -.-' Whoops.
My goal for this year: TRY to post something, like, once every two weeks. Maybe. Possibly. Who knows?
Please read and review!
Drivin' away from the wreck of the day
And it's finally quiet in my head.
Drivin' alone, yeah I'm finally on my way home. . .
Riza's favorite part of her day was driving home. She liked the peace and quiet, compared to the insanity of the office. Because she could not control the speed of traffic, she had an excuse to relax without feeling like she was slacking. Truthfully, it was her only time to think.
After missions, she considered the return the best part. If they were returning, that meant they all had survived, more or less intact.
During the ride home, she could compose herself; she could try and forget the faces that rose in her mind like a tide every time she picked up a gun.
But if Riza was being honest with herself, the main reason she liked driving home was knowing who would be waiting for her when she got there.
Word Count: 131, not including the quote (Anna Nalick's "Wreck of the Day").
And the person waiting for her at home? That's Roy :)
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