Highway
"25th Anniversary of Crucible Day Celebrations"
Holding the flashing holo screen in her hands, Shepard tapped to the leading headline of the day, bold with striking importance.
Gracing the good majority of the initial page was a picture of Liara and herself from the day before, grinning with vibrant exotic bouquets and their young daughter in their arms at the reveal of the newest Normandy tribute in the Citadel.
But what Shepard saw were the wrinkles etched into her face, the strands of gray intruding through the maroon. She saw the thinness of her lips and the leanness of her sculpted muscles. The tiredness that exuded from her once bright forest eyes. She saw a scarred and aging woman next to the beautiful asari that still looked exactly as she had when they had first met on Therum. She saw that woman next to the eternally little girl who called her Daddy.
At least eternally little to Shepard, no matter how much of eternity they could have together.
Shepard was never one to care much about appearances, but a sense of dreadful fear nestled its way into her as a realization much deeper dawned onto her.
She was getting old.
And she was heading further and further down that highway alone.