(@emmavakarian-theirin: this is your fault. Warnings for death and angst. fShrios.)
One deep, painful breath in. Pain so terrible she couldn’t think. Was she even alive? Was this hell? Was she finally in hell, paying for what she’d done? The world was a blur of ash and smoke. Her eyes fell on electric light in the distance.
A reaper falling. More burning up in the atmosphere. Like scorching stars.
It hit her all at once. She was alive.
Bianca cried. Sobbed. She wanted nothing more than to die and finally be with her lost love. This war took everyone she loved then spat her back out again. Her cries weren’t from pain or the desire to be found. They were anger. She could always rely on anger.
Even if she didn’t want anyone to hear her in hopes that she would simply expire, footsteps approached to investigate the noise. It seems to emanate from the rock itself like a malevolent spirit. She cracked her eyes open to behold her supposed rescuers.
“Shepard!” Ashley’s voice grated on her ears.
Bianca groaned in response.
“It’s okay, Shepard. We’ll get you out of here. Vega! Come on!"
They freed the commander’s legs from the crushing debris, and James carried her out to the shuttle. The mucus of tears had freed Bianca’s voice. As she laid on the floor of the shuttle to the camp, she cried some more. Of course, her crew thought it was from pain, and that eventually drew her into a blissful state between conscious and not until the void finally pulled her in.
Sunshine tugged at her eyelids. The orange forced her awake. She sat up on shifting sand with no ghost of the throbbing aches. Bianca glanced around and saw ocean stretching out far to the Horizon.
She looked up and saw her love.
"You’re not supposed to be here yet. I expected to wait for years, Bianca. I-"
She began to laugh. A dry, hollow sound. "May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead."
"Bianca. I will miss you until you arrive."
A delicate frown graced her lips. "I don’t want to live without you. I’ve lived my life, and I want to join you."
Thane settled beside her and brought an arm around her shoulders to draw her to him. She felt tears running rivers down her cheeks.
"Siha, you must live. If not for yourself, then live for me. Please."
"What do you propose I do?"
"Find new life. And new love. Until it is your time to come to the sea."
Bianca thought for a moment. She nestled closer. One last time. "Thane, I love you."
"I love you always."
The touch faded. The air arounded her smelled of antiseptic. She heard quiet, worried voices. And she cried.