It was late, around 1 in the morning, and the two of you were coming back from a long mission. You were in the passenger seat with your head against the window, asleep. Jack was driving.

Jack looked over at you every once in a while, making sure you were okay. But the sight of you- oh how it made him weak. His heart was his armor and you were the tear in his heart. The way the moonlight illuminated your face, highlighting every feature. You seemed so at peace, not a worry in the world. And Jack wanted to keep it that way. He knew that the road up ahead had many pot-holes and if he hit one it would no doubt wake you up. As he drove on, he tried his best to avoid each hole. Under his breath, he silently cursed the government for not using his taxes to fill holes with more cement.