A/N: This is just a wee little thing I made, out of boredom, or rather from not doing homework.
I don't own Mass Effect, Bioware does nor do I own Beautiful Goodbye-that's Maroon 5's.
Hope you enjoy!
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Beautiful Goodbye
I count the ways I let you down
All my fingers and toes but I'm running out
Steven was reminiscing all the times he and Hannah together. He was also counting all the mistakes he had done, or anything he did that hurt her.
Clever words can't help me now
He tried his way back with words and apologize, but she wouldn't return a single message, or accept a vid-comm request.
I grip you tight but you're slipping out
He tried his best to not let her slip his fingers, but when she closed that door you knew you didn't have another chance. 'You don't know what you have until it's gone', that saying was the best representation about what he felt right now.
I remember, your eyes were so bright
When I first met you
So in love that night
He remembered every single moment they had together; their shore-leaves together, dinners together, and even the times when they just stayed in his apartment.
And now I'm kissing your tears goodnight
And I can't take it your even perfect when you cry
She was perfect; more than perfect, she was like a goddess on earth-she was all you could've ever asked for. Something you took for granted.
Beautiful goodbye
Bye bye, bye bye.
She went out of that door, and out of his life.
20 years later…
That Steven Hackett was no longer a broken-hearted man, he was now Admiral Hackett of Fifth Fleet. He was now awarding Lieutenant David Steven Shepard, the son of Hannah, now a Captain, and the woman he loved. Lieutenant Shepard was being awarded for his courage and bravery in Elysium against Batarian slavers. The award the lieutenant would be receiving is the Star of Terra, the most prestigious award that can be bestowed onto an Alliance officer.
He did deserve it, Steven thought, he is destined for greater things-things I may not even accomplish in my lifetime. Hannah must be so proud of him, as am I, though he may not be my son.
Godspeed, Lieutenant.