Rina let out a tired sigh as she made her way back home. The streets were quieter now, the city settling into the late hours.
Her steps were slow but steady. The weight in her chest was still there, but at least she could breathe again.
She reached her apartment building, swiped her key card, and stepped inside. The familiar silence greeted her. No voices, no movement just her.
She kicked off her boots, tossed her jacket onto the chair, and ran a hand through her hair. God, she was exhausted.
Her eyes flickered to the medals on the shelf. They gleamed under the dim light, reminders of everything she had accomplished. Everything she had done to atone.
And yet, it never felt enough.
She turned away, heading straight for her bed.
No thinking. No nightmares. Just sleep.
Tomorrow, she'd deal with the war again.