Theme: Addiction
Word count: 175
Summary: (Cagalli-centric) It wasn't something that could be helped;
nor was it as bad as Kira implied. No, no, Cagalli wasn't addicted. She
couldn't be.
Workaholic
Addiction.
What was it, really?
Cagalli pulled the signed documents toward herself, shuffling them together and stacking them neatly on the edge of her desk. She threw a furtive glance at the waiting pile on the other side; then pulled out her pen, hearing it click as she prepared to write.
"You're becoming a workaholic."
Kira's voice echoed numbly in her head, and she jerked her head upwards, blinking at her ticking watch. 3:34 am, 26 seconds. Two hours passed by so quickly.
"Come home," Athrun said. "Our son misses you.
He hardly came to visit anymore-- or maybe it was because she was consumed in meetings, meetings, meetings and work, work, work-- far too busy to see him.
"It's like you're addicted."
Kira's next phrase bounced in her mind, and Cagalli tried to laugh it off, her stiff, tired cheeks refusing to budge. "That's impossible," she told herself. "Whoever heard of someone being addicted to work?"
Cagalli sank into a restless sleep. The silence in her room had never felt so cold.