Perhaps is nearly as cruel a word as almost.
Perhaps speaks of a not-yet-realised future, in which nothing is certain, neither the good nor the bad, the sadness nor the joy. It is cruel because it offers hope.
Perhaps if they could be left in that moment, contented in each other's arms, statues against the wheel of time, preserved in those wonderful heartbeats of precious peace... perhaps, then, there would not be so many tears.
Perhaps it would be better that way, better if they never knew, if their story ended in that moment.
But this story, their story, has one last act.
All sorrows can be borne, if they are put into a story. So let this story go on, let it pour out the agony of their sorrows, let it shatter with its own pain.
Perhaps when it is afterwards told, in mighty songs across the galaxy, it will end here. Perhaps they will remain caught here, in an embrace, preserved in memory like a snatch of melody. Perhaps this is how they will be remembered; together, bound and cradled with love.
Perhaps we could leave them there, with an endless plain of possibilities stretching out in forking roads before them, with a future undetermined and filled with potential. A thousand rivers winding their way to inevitability.
Yet this cannot be so. They cannot be left.
The story must go on.
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The Jedi And The Warrior
FanfictionFlyra Botkin and Obi-Wan Kenobi have carved out a living for their families on the snow-bound planet of Stewjon since they were six-years-old. Now, at sixteen, the padding trail of deer tracks through their hunting grounds ropes them firmly into the...
