Mass Effect 2
Hero, Saviour, Woman
She didn't like all of the attention she received from the masses. People screamed her name in praise and she cringed and wished she couldn't hear a thing. People reached out to touch her as though it would grant them magical powers. They could tell everyone that they touched her, the hero of all space, Commander Shepard.
She wished she couldn't be touched.
She stepped through the crowds, silent and stoic, face delicately featureless, hands at her sides, feet moving her forward. She ignored everyone around her, the crowds, the guards, her team. Everything, because at the end of the day she wasn't just a hero. She was a woman, too, and she needed space.
"You've saved us all. You should be a little more proud of it. You're a saviour, Shepard." Miranda saw it fit to remind Shepard of everything she had done, truly believing that somehow the mighty woman had forgotten.
But she wouldn't forget, and she was proud. Why couldn't they see that she was just tired of all of the attention? That she wanted to rest?
She didn't like to know this, but her heart sceamed the truth to her every day. When she had floated through empty space, her oxygen running out and her death getting closer, she had never felt happier. Peace surrounded her and took her into its comforting arms as she fell into the inpenetrable sleep of death.
They had brought her back. Now she had to do it again, carry the world on her shoulders. She hated it as much as she loved it. It stopped her from being a normal human, but then again it didn't leave her without options, sitting in a room on earth without being able to do a thing.
She sometimes she smiled when she saw the people around her, so grateful for what she had done. She had sacrificed so much, but seeing their happiness and their hope and faith, it was all worth it.