A/N: This is a sequel to Eulogy: A Love Story. While I'm not done writing that story yet, I figured that it would be great to start this now. All of this is in Aida Shepard's perspective and it will cover ME2. Kaidan won't be in this story that much, but he is still quite central to this story.
I don't know anyone with PTSD. I have only read about it. So I hope I will do it justice here. Any advice on how to depict someone with it will be most welcome.
Prologue
I've seen a dying eye
Run round and round a room
In search of something, as it seemed,
Then cloudier become;
And then, obscure with fog,
And then be soldered down,
Without disclosing what it be,
'T were blessed to have seen.
-Emily Dickinson
It all starts and ends with you.
People say that life flashes before your eyes when you die. I can say that it's true.
As the Normandy was engulfed in flames and I was fighting against gravity and for air, I saw bits and pieces of my life, both sad and happy ones. Time seemed to slow down. I remember Mom and Dad, Ashley and old friends long gone. I remembered being happy at the idea that I would see them again.
But then, I remembered you. I remembered moments: you singing silly love songs, you sneaking roses into my room, you sneaking a kiss in the corner when no one's watching and me trying unsuccessfully to say how much I love you.
I wished we had more time.
I wanted more.