Hey guys while I made this I was just..thinking...I was JUST making a fuuny Shenko story and this SAD one came up just wow..So anyway please enjoy and as always Mass Effect is not mine and comments and reviews are much appreciated Here goes.
I WAVED THEM BACK.
I watch the flowers fly away from the wind. I watch the wind swing around the branches of th tress. I sit and watch my long white hair flow through the breeze with my wrinkled hands on my lap and my old faded green eyes see my parent's grave.A ghost of a smile ran through tears trickle down my face. I wipe them away and I sit quietly again.
"I miss them" I whisper to myself.
I miss my mother telling me I was a strong as a krogan. My father telling me I was beautiful. They loved me so much. I miss their warmth,love and comapassion for me. When I was born, they never let me go. They hugged me and loved me each and every passing day. My first day in school, how they said everything was going to be fine. The day I turned 18 how they told my boys were never allowed. How I got my first boyfriend they never lost their sight. My wedding day how their faces filled with pride and joy.
I chuckle at the many memories they gave me. Then I remember my mother. Her blazing red hair now replaced with gray strands of white. Her eyes not bright amber but now faded as I. She lay on the hospital bed. How here funny,unending spirit was catching up to her age. There she lay with a smile. She whispered somethig to my dad I could not hear and she went back to sleep with my father sitting beside he and hold her hand tight.
The next day she died and my father fell ill after my mother's death. My father lay on the hospital bed.
"Dad?.. Are you alright?" I asked as I entered his room.
He just lay there, facing the view of the Citadel. His right hand holding on to his wedding ring worn on his right. He looked at me with his creamy brown eyes ad smiled.
"Im fine. Don't worry about me."He replied and faced the view again.
"...I miss..her.." My father said to himself.
"Me too." I looked at him.
He chuckled and we recalled all our fond memories together. Who knew that was the last time I'd be able to see him again. He died. With a smile and a letter beside his bed.
I opened the letter with tears in my eyes and read.
"We're sorry if we left too soon. We love you and your family. Never forget us until the end of time honey."
-Love Mom & Dad
And I came back. I'm here right now at the age of 67. I watch my grand children laugh and my children smile. I still do miss them. Very much. And I learned that love was something that never seemed to let me go.
"Until the end of time..huh.."I say to myself.
I stood and touched the crave grave of my parents. They will never be forgotten. They were never Specters to me or great leaders of the world. They were mom and dad.
As my hand slipped away from their graves I took one last glance to where I sat. I didn't know why but it was like I saw them waving at me. I smiled and walked away. I waved them back.