A/N: Well, since its Easter and since I'm itching to contribute a piece of writing to the ME fandom, I thought I could spew out a little drabble.
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Looking out through the bay window, I see only darkness.
Emptiness.
There is this kind of sombering feeling I get when I stare out into it.
I get lost in it.
Entranced by the vastness of it.
It causes me to think of the Reapers and the war back home.
I feel a chill creep over me that leaves a smear of dread on my body.
I wrap my arms around myself, rubbing my hands on them as if I can wipe the smear off, but its stuck to me like a sticky mass.
I rub harder as my face contorts into worry.
I cant get it off ...
It won't come off ...
I shut my eyes to block out the sight of the dark emptiness of space, only to realize I have trapped myself further in darkness.
Suddenly, I feel a shift in the air around me. I feel a small emission of heat radiating off a near by body.
Gentle fingertips delicately graze my hands, haulting their assault on my own arms.
I inhale sharply, startled. As if I had forgotten there were others on this ship with me.
My eyes shoot open, embarrassed and ashamed I had gotten caught up in my breakdown.
I look up into their eyes.
As if they could read my mind and understand what it was that was getting to me, they move to stand next to me. Their hands folded behind their back.
I watch them as they stare out the window. I wonder what could captivate their attention so.
I move my eyes cautiously back into the dark sea outside.
And then I see it.
I gasp softly and take a step closer to the window.
Beautiful, glittering specks of stars start to spill onto the black slate.
Shinning in their radiance, defying the darkness that seems to want to engulf them.
"Even in the emptiness of space, in it's cold, dark, depths, there is always light. No matter how small."
Their gravelly voice is like a wave that washes over me, cleansing me of the sticky mass of dread that coated my skin.
I turn my gaze back to them as they turn theirs to me. A warm smile touches their lips.
Slowly, they unfold their hands from behind their back, a small nervous chuckle from them comes as they hold up what is resting in their hand.
A small painted egg.
They graciously take my hand in theirs and lift it to place the small decorative egg in my palm.
"And no matter how small that light is, there shines hope."
They smiled softly.
"Happy Easter."
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A/N: Kinda a little inspired by Easter being seen as a symbol of hope.
I probably couldve put more thought into it definitely not the best I've written but it's just a little something.
Feel free to correct any mistakes in grammar and such that you may see. I'm always willing to accept criticism.