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Note: Never thought that you guys would read this :o! Thank you very much xD!
I know, my English and writing skill are horrible. I just want to share my story so badly. Still, hope you guys enjoy it. :)
Any suggestions which LIs should I choose for the twins would be more than fine. I support LGBT so I'm always willingly to choose a same-sex romance. I have just finished my plathrough with Liara/femShep and a forever alone mShep. With your suggestions, I'll try other romances and see if I can feel their love. :3
assassinLawson21: thanks for the review! I'm glad you love it :3. Liara/femShep sounds very tempting, very good idea! I really mean it! XD About Miranda I have mixed feelings for her so I'm not sure :s. But thank you! XD
TW6464: thank you so much for the review and suggestion :3. Garrus/femShep is a very good idea, the problem is I haven't romanced him in my game yet :s. Maybe I'll try romancing him and see if I can feel their love ;). I like Tali but I always see her as a little sister. Still, not a bad idea xD. Maybe I'll change my mind after I try romancing her. :3
Mebi: thanks for the review and suggestion, Mebi XD! About Garrus and Tali I have already said above, I'll think about these suggestions after I've finished my playthroughs romancing both of them. XD
.1: Under the Dark Grey Sky.
She was not a perfect mother. She was not a perfect daughter. He was not a perfect son.
They were not a perfect family.
April 11, 2167 – Mindoir
She was not a perfect mother.
Rosy red head rocking back and forth on the wooden chair. Hands silently caressing the soft texture of the folded clothes on her laps.
It was four in the evening and the children should be home soon.
She didn't have much time for herself. If there were some, she spent most of them looking back at her life.
Not the kind of life she would be proud of.
The hard life of a small family under the dark grey sky.
She gave her children a hard life. Small house. Enough for a mother and two children. Though there weren't any privacy in the house.
Old clothes. Wearing the same things over and over. Though she always made sure they were clean.
Decent meals twice a day. Not the best. But acceptable. Though not enough to keep the older twin from falling ill almost every years.
She couldn't be their friends. She couldn't give them any advice. Not enough to keep the younger twin from causing troubles.
"Mommy, there's a guy in school…"
"Not now, honey. Mommy is busy."
And she sent them away. Just like that.
Leave mommy alone. Mommy needs to work.
She couldn't give them a father.
Her husband died ten years ago in the First Contact War on Shanxi. And it was up to her alone to take care of their children.
War was menace. Soldiers were troublesome.
Had to make sure none of her children enlisted in the army.
Didn't have time to look at other men. Never wanted to. Didn't care. The house was crowded enough for another mouth to feed.
She couldn't give her children decent gifts on their birthday.
Thirteen years ago she gave birth to twins. Almost lost the older one. One minute of clinical death. And miraculously revived.
"The time of death is…"
"Wait, doctor, something is happening!"
"What the…? Hold on… He… he's breathing again!"
He should be dead. Had he died, things would be easier then. Only a mouth to feed. Only a healthy girl to take care of. But she couldn't bear the thought of losing him.
A sick child. A troublesome child. Yet she loved him.
And there was the girl. Always had a knack for getting in troubles. She didn't have many friends. With that reputation nobody surprised.
Another troublesome child. Yet she loved her.
That day was their birthday. Some hand-made new clothes as gifts. Not decent ones. Hopefully acceptable.
Icy blue eyes found their ways looking out of the windows. At the road laying before them.
Under the dark grey sky.
It was four in the evening and the children should be home soon. Quickly wrapped the clothes in boxes, she stood up from the chair, leaving all of her troubling thoughts and memories behind. There were things to do.
Her name was Hannah Shepard.
She was not a perfect mother, just an ordinary woman who worked her ass off to feed her children.
She was not a perfect daughter.
Rosy red hair. Short since she wanted to keep it simple. Emerald green eyes. Mommy said she had her father's eyes.
Thirteen years old and good looking. Despite of that, she never had friends. She hated friends. For friends would try to help her family. For friends would throw at her comforting words about her life.
Fuck that. She didn't need anybody's sympathy.
For thirteen years she and her family lived just fine. A little difficult but at least they were living.
There were idiots who tried to pick on her. And she always knew how to deal with them. Sometimes she came home with a purple eye and some bruises, but she always made sure those guys had worse.
Just like that day.
A bruise on her left cheek. She didn't feel any pain. Just a little angry. At least she beat the crap out of that brat.
"Are you ok?"
A familiar voice. She turned around. Quickly turned away and continued walking home as she recognized the face that almost the same as hers.
Her twin brother. Mommy's fucking little angel.
"Are you ok?"
Her brother repeated, walking next to her. Stayed silent for a while, then she raised her voice.
"Fine. I'm not you."
"You worry me, you know? Was it that hard to simply walk away?"
"Yes."
"You will get yourself in big troubles if you keep it that way."
"Just because you were born five minutes sooner than me doesn't mean you have the rights to lecture me."
She gave her brother an angry glare then quickly charged forwards before he even had a chance to reply.
She hated her brother. So self-righteous. Always wanted to do things the easy way.
The painful truth was that mommy cared for him more than for her.
Just because he died once when they were born. Just because he was constantly ill. Just because he was so fragile that always needed mommy's protection.
He gave mommy a lot of troubles. And yet mommy didn't care.
Somehow his weakness saved him a lot of troubles. And he didn't care about how people treated him, even with sympathy.
And there was a fact that he always smiled no matter how dark grey the sky was.
That pissed her off.
Her name was Roseline Shepard.
She was not a perfect daughter, just a lonely teenage girl with a troubling mind.
He was not a perfect son.
Rosy red hair. Inherited his mother's icy blue eyes. Thirteen years old and good looking. Unlike his sister, he had many friends, who cared about him.
And he cared about them. Always thankful for having someone to share his thoughts. Though most of the time he kept them to himself. Never wanted to bother anyone. Never wanted to be seen as a whiner.
He had friends. But none he called best friend.
He wanted to be friends with his sister. Though he always failed. She never liked him. That didn't mean he would stop trying.
Was always viewed as a weak child. Was always treated like "handle with care". Was always giving mother hard times.
Acted as normal. Acted like he didn't care.
He did care. The truth hurt him. And he never revealed that to anybody.
Never wanted to bother anyone. Never wanted to be seen as a whiner.
Never wanted to be born that way.
He looked at her sister's back as she ran in front of his eyes. Never before had she turned to look at him face to face. Most of the time she let him talk to her back.
He wanted to be friends with her. She did not. She hated him. Yet he didn't seem to care.
It was four in the evening, they would be home soon.
Ahh… today is our birthday.
A happy thought appeared in his mind. Trying to be optimist. Trying to act like "everything will be fine". Whistling a happy song, he slowly returned home.
And he was smiling at the dark grey sky.
Nobody could choose how they were born. But they could choose how they lived their life.
And he would not let his past define who he would become.
His name was Rossel Shepard.
He was not a perfect son, just a teenage boy who never wanted to be born the way he was.
It was four in the evening and the children were home.
The small house enough for three under the dark grey sky.
She was not a perfect mother. She was not a perfect daughter. He was not a perfect son.
They were not a perfect family.
Just some people who tried to live by.
Thank you so much for reading. :3
And thank you so much for the suggestions. XD