Berica One Shots (completed)

the argument. part five.

six years later

(it's been a while, but i still have power :))

erica entered her house, exhausted from work. she took her heels off at the door and yawned, placing her keys on the hook. she walked back to her room, her feet aching from her 9-5 office job. she was now 21 years old. she immediately grabbed her pajamas from her wardrobe and headed to take her shower.

after her shower, she was tempted to get into bed and just sleep for the whole weekend but decided it was best for her health to make some dinner. she ended up cooking something really easy, mashed potatoes. she sat on the couch, playing her favorite show, young royals. she cuddled into the couch while she ate her warm potatoes, when she heard the front door open.

immediately, all of her energy came back to her as she got up to greet them at the door. she turned into the foyer, excited and ready for a kiss. she kissed them and welcomed them with a hug. they looked at the bowl still in erica's hand, "where's my dinner?" she playfully rolled her eyes, giving them a spoonful of yummy potatoes, that were now going cold.

"how was work?" erica asked while they got into their pajamas. "good, it was a long day. i just want to sleep."

"ha! that's exactly what i was thinking when i got home."

"of course it was, all you want to do is sleep now that you don't work at the agency. you do know everyone still wants you to come back right?" they looked at her seriously.

she deeply sighed and leaned back on the bed, resting her eyes and body. "you know i don't want to. it was no longer fun for me over there. it was more of having to deal with my fathers lies than being a spy." she was starting to fall asleep but they started talking again.

"hey, you know your sister misses you. she always asks about you. and we have our little gossip talks in between assignments." she laughed, eyes still closed, voice getting droopy. "at least you have a good relationship with her." she actually smiled when she said that.

erica felt a dent in the bed next to her, she turned on her side, making eye contact with her lover. they smiled at her, now fully dressed in comfortable pajamas, ready for bedtime. they moved up the bed, their heads actually resting on pillows this time and fell asleep.

even when sleeping, erica was smiling. she was happy with the way her life turned out, no matter who tried to convince her, rather it be her lover, her best friend, her parents, or her other spy friends. she was happier than ever.

-end-

23-10-21

(i haven't read the newest book so no spoilers pls.)

leaving this one on an open ending, kinda sorta. i used they/them so you won't know anything about erica's lover. it could be literally anyone from the spy school books but i won't say. any assumptions are possible, thanks to the opening ending

PLEASE READ THIS

you're probably shocked to see me. believe me, i'm shocked too. i never thought i would be back here to update this story again but i read your comments and figured i shouldn't have ended it so abruptly. i hadn't even realized because after writing that, i never came back here until today. i guess i just didn't know what to do. a part of me also didn't want to complete this because i didn't want it to end. i feel like ending this story and closing off this book means writing away my childhood and i'm going to miss your lovely comments, so please leave me many here. my messages are always open so just tell me about your day, how life is, and whatnot. i'll seriously miss you and i'm tearing up writing this. i really don't want it to end, but remember. this isn't goodbye, i'll see you later in upcoming stories i'll probably never get a chance to finish and i'll always make announcements to tell you about my day. never hesitate to say something to me. maybe in the future i'll come back and wow everyone with my crazy writing skills that i have been improving on since chapter one— or maybe i just did that. this is a long paragraph because i don't want to leave here, my safe place with my readers. but as i write more, i realize i'll never leave here and i'll never forget to come back and read such great comments from people who get so immersed into my stories. my heart aches to do this, because i'm not sure if you'll want to comment and message me after this ends, but i hope you do because i miss you already. just writing the time skip part made me want to burst into tears because i'll miss all of the comments about how my power should be taken away. see you later and

i love you,
me.