A/N: I don't know how long I can keep writing these. I'm running out of ideas.
He looked at the earrings that were kept safe behind the glass. He could picture her in some of them, but whenever he tried, her pearl ones always came to mind.
Birthdays were his weak point. He never knew what to give a person. Riza was even harder. She was more than a person to him. She deserved something special. He had thought of everything, really, to get her. He thought of getting her some gun polish, but then she probably has a lot of that. He thought of flowers. She didn't own a vase.
He sighed heavily. He finished his paperwork on time. That should be enough, right? It never felt like enough.
He bought her another set of pearl earrings, knowing that she would always say that he didn't need to get her anything. He wondered how many sets she had collected over the years.
A/N: I'm tired. No, not of this. I could never give up this. My mind has run blank though.