Awaiting His Return [Poe Dameron] ✔️

Awaiting His Return

It had been months.

It was longer than you had expected it to go, but after a screaming match that ended in tears and meaningless curses through the tension in the air, you haven't seen Poe Dameron in months. Last you heard, he was in an undercover pursuit with a few members in his squadron at some backwater planet filled with Imps. The pang in your chest drummed effortlessly, in autopilot, as your nerves were trying to hold itself together instead of exploding. He left without saying goodbye, or even looking you in the eye with a curt nod. He just left without hesitation. He left you with a million questions in your brain; Even if you were still angry, you still had your instincts to rely on whether he was safe or not.

Truth be told, after weeks of rearranging things in your little space that you call home inside the humble walls of the Resistance base, you were growing antsy to know when he is scheduled to return. You didn't know if he was gonna greet you with a kiss, with words that could point to how much he missed you, or even just a hug... You didn't even know if he still loved you.

The doubt creeps in every night whenever you face the colder side of the bed. Your fingers used to trace the blemishes and scars on his bare skin, connecting them like constellations in the night sky. You remember slow mornings that consisted of staying five more minutes in bed, just basking in each other's warmth under the covers, thinking of nothing in particular, just skin on skin, holding each other in comfortable silence. You remember how he used to kiss your forehead goodnight, his lips mumbling your name before falling into a deep slumber. You remember how much he hated sleeping without you as his little spoon. You remember how he used to complain about how long it took you to finish your nightly routine as he was eager to hold you for hours without end.

Wherever he is, is he sleeping soundly every night? Does he think of you before he closes his eyes?

Did he find someone else to hold him better than you did?

Sure, you had to admit that you've wronged him. It wasn't your place to tell him whether he could participate in dangerous missions or not. You're not General Organa. You're not his fellow Commander. You're not his mother.

You're just an average mechanic from the hangar, his shoulder to lean on after a long day of work, his little spoon, his lover.

Lately, you don't even know if the last statement is still true to him.

You would often find yourself daydreaming during slow hours of work; Before, it was about how the cutest pilot of the Resistance would sweep you off your feet and ask you out on a picnic date while watching the stars. The thought of it was nice, enough to keep you yearning whenever you'd spot him in the hallways, keeping you at your toes whenever you would hear that Commander Dameron is in need of assistance with his X-wing. You just didn't think that your daydreams would manifest into something greater than you had imagined it to be.

But right now, the daydreams consisted of his ship landing in front of your very eyes, the glass unfolding. He steps out, taking off his helmet, jumping off the ship for his boots to meet the cold pavement, and he spots you a few meters away. He smiles longingly, running to meet you in the middle, he wraps his arms around you and says: "I missed you."

You shook your head, driving yourself out of the daydream for the fifth time today. You began to twist the last bolt in front of you, screwing it tightly before packing the rest of your tools away. You began to walk away from the ship you had just fixed, your brain telling you that you were done for the day.

But the commotion that was beginning to unravel in front of you said otherwise.

You look up, spotting five X-wings beginning their descent.

And you spotted the last ship in sight, dark smoke coming from the back as if it was hit terribly from a shootout.

His ship.

Your stomach churns, watching it almost fail to land smoothly. The glass came off rather unceremoniously, watching the pilot inside of it flinch as the hatch fell to the ground. You froze, watching him take off his helmet tiredly.

Past the ruined flight suit and the messy curls on top of his head, you saw it all. His eyes were frantic, searching the entire room for a sign of the one person he's been yearning to see for months.

And time stops there, as you meet eye to eye with him. You didn't even realize the breath you were holding until you saw his lips curl into a tired smile, your lungs giving way to an uncontrollable sob, and the tears in your eyes were already flowing.

You were walking– running past every other mechanic of the base, your heart drumming out your chest as you watch him meet you in the middle... Until he stops.

Your feet slows down, and the sinking feeling of missing him comes back to you. Did he forget that he was angry at you before he left?

His brows were furrowed, his body trembling. You were about to fall onto your knees until you heard him speak shakily.

"I'm sorry. I- I know I shouldn't have left you like that. I love you so much—"

You walk up to him, sealing the truce with a longing kiss. His arms wrapped around your frame instantly, all the worries leaving the both of you like unwanted smoke.

And with that, you knew, the war is over.

He came back home to you.