companion fanfic just ignore this too alrighty

He remembers her crying, all day.

He would come back, someday.
At least, that was what he told himself. Every day.

He definitely recalls it was raining, so maybe they weren’t tears, after all.
It was almost like God wanted to wash that day away. If only.

The Canadian flags were deathly still as the casket met the earth below.

He doesn’t remember crying.

Doesn’t remember ever touching his wife again.

It had been such a lovely service.

a/n (can this be an a/n when it’s not even a paragraph-long story though)
:: as i reread this i realise wow what the actual fuck was wrong with me as a younger person this is actually incredibly disturbing and sad and i’m not sure i want it to stay up but i mean
you know

(for bonus feels i recommend listening to amanda palmer’s “the bed song” while viewing)

fanfic you should really just ignore this tbh

—-to clarify this is a part one/companion and it’s also reeeeally short because i’m a dumb human

::i wrote this roughly 4(?) years ago when i had first played mass effect and i didn’t know how it ended so this was my headcanon and knowing what i know now i would change it 100%

:: i shouldn’t put fanfic on my personal tumblr (or at least i think) but making a separate tumblr/fanfiction account would literally take so damned long and i wanted to put it somewhere so I’LL JUST LEAVE THIS HERE OKIE DOKIE if you read it that’s on you man


Their marriage was broken.
The tears had come hot and fast, somehow reminding of the love they shared once.

It was rainy, she had recalled, that day in the Canadian graveyard.

How did this happen?

The realisation still strikes her every day, like a bullet straight to the heart.

After all, it only took the two of them to carry a casket that small.

Tears and raindrops on the outside,
child within.


::honestly this was probably confusing to read so just to let you know this was written about a child of [unspecific gender] who died of [unspecific cause] and was buried in a graveyard in Canada [where the father grew up]

there’s a companion to it
oh no