HE THOUGHT he’d never see her again.
That’s what happens in this war. People die. They were supposed to get over it. Move on. Fight the good fight.
They’d blown up a starkiller. In part due to Ori Ryder’s recon: get in with the First Order, board their ship, find it’s weaknesses. He’d gotten out just in time to watch the thing implode on itself.
He should have felt victory. These were the kind of successes that made heroes. His father, the cold old man, would have been proud of him.
Instead, he felt empty. Pain in his chest, knowing the people he’d sacrificed to make this happen. Ahna. Of all the people he’d grown to call friends over the years…she was something special. A woman who spoke his language. Who saw straight through him. Who trusted him, even though neither of them were in a position to trust.
And the last time he’d ever see her, she was hissing with rage, hurt in her eyes, betrayed.
He understood, now, why soldiers eventually lost their light. Why Poe stopped smiling. Why people hardened and found it hard to celebrate any victory at all, big or small.
But he hadn’t expected to see her ever again, until he did. And when their eyes locked…well. He felt a thrill. Hope. For the first time in a long time. His vision blurs.
“AHNA–?” His long legs make quick work closing the distance between them. He reaches out to embrace her, but she recoils like she’s been bitten. Which is when he remembers–
No. She’s not dead. She’s been alive this whole time. And the last time she saw him, he was throwing her to the wolves.
Still, he has to touch her. Reach out. Make sure she’s corporeal. He slips his hand over her shoulder and squeezes, relishing in her physical presence. “I–had no idea–is it truly you?”
I WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN.
a promise -- a CONVICTION
-- a quest to put as many light years
in between HERSELF and her mistake HIM.
it was all she owed herself after being so stupid, so foolish.
it was all she could bring herself to do now, any how.
to run.
I WILL NEVER LET HIM SEE ME AGAIN.
and yet there she stood. (e)motionless.
a different woman from their last encounter.
strong, clenched fists were now bound in bandages.
the fire in her eyes had since then been extinguished.
and the mouth that earlier snarled at HIM
and told secrets for HIM
and laughed with HIM
and sang to HIM
and smiled because of HIM
no longer had anything to say.
where she once felt betrayal,
she felt nothing.
and so she stood.
not dead - but - not alive either.
flinching at his touch, its more of an
instinctive reaction than a purposeful one.
I WILL LET HIM SEE ME SO WEAK.
and yet there she stood. crying.
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