3/5: This was intended for yesterday, but then fanfiction decided to not let me into my document manager so I could upload it.
Life has been crazy, I've gotten sick, and teachers have been assigning as much homework as possible, which lead to my daily posting objective being thrown off quite a bit. For now I think I'm just going to forget about the days that I missed and go on from today's. I might go back and add them in if enough people want them or I have time, but if it doesn't matter that much to people then I won't spend time writing them.
Inspiration for this one is gifts to Shepard.
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2 Days-Lost
It started with a very small thing. A tin of my favorite strawberry tea left in my locker, juxtaposed next to my weapons and equipment. I looked at it curiously. I hadn't really advertised my love of this specific tea, or just tea in general. There was really only one person who would have known; my constant companion out in the mess during my insomnia riddled nights. The gesture was undeniably sweet, especially from the hesitant, very by-the-book giver. This is bad, I thought, there are regs against infatuations like this. You shouldn't be…
But I looked back at the tin, remembering the frigid cold of Noveria that I couldn't shake off. Just this one time.
The second time it was a journal. A real, beautifully bound journal with thick, off-white, blank pages. I turned it over in my hands a few times, remembering my earlier conversation about how I missed having real paper to put my thoughts to. Smiling slightly, I settled down at my desk. This had definitely been from Ash. Taking a pencil from the pack that had been lying on top of the journal, I started to sketch something to give her back.
The last time it was a necklace I found on my nightstand at the hotel I had been spending shore leave at. It was a simple red stone on a simple silver chain, and it was absolutely beautiful. I got up drowsily and went to properly thank the giver of it. As soon as he saw me he gave me a nervous smile.
"I didn't know if you even like that kind of…" he started. I cut him off with a kiss.
The tea was finished within a few weeks of receiving it, after which the tin served as a pencil holder that survived with the journal until the wreck of the Normandy. The necklace was also lost in the wreck, until two years later I found it gleaming back at me in the snow covered planet next to a pair of dog tags. I picked it up, taking with me yet another reminder of what I've lost.