The Dead Make Poor Lovers (A Mass Effect Drabble: Unrequited FemShep/Vega from the Citadel in Mass Effect 3)

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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Mass Effect and its characters belong to Bioware and lots of people who have a heck of a lot more money and power than I will ever have. This story is for entertainment only and is not mean to insult or upset anyone.

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Shot down. All of a sudden she felt so old—spent—tired. James Vega was young, fit, and handsome in a somewhat brutish way. Why did she think that James would do anything more than flirt with her? She'd laid it all out for him…how she found him attractive and tough…and nothing.

Turning back to the empty bed, she felt her shoulders slump. Maybe it was for the best, she thought with a sigh. After all, it might be better if there was no one left behind to mourn and grieve her.

After all, the dead made poor lovers.

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