Ezra started tearing up at the memory. He couldn't stand it anymore. The horrible memories of the day his parents made him leave and live with Zeebo. His uncle cared for him until the day he died at the hands of the Empire. He clenched his fists at the thought of the Empire. 'I can't keep living without them,' he thought to himself. He flipped through the pages of the black book to a blank one. Where he started writing:
I'm gonna try a new plan I came up with yesterday. I hope that Hera will land on Lothal soon.
-Ezra
He sat there in that small hidden room for a couple more minutes before he got up but was quickly back on the floor when the ship lurched. He quickly got out of the room and went into the cockpit to see that Hera was stretching while looking at the Lothal plains. "Hey Hera," the young teen said.
The twi'lek pilot turned around and smiled at him, "Hey Ezra just in time I was gonna call you, Zeb, and Sabine to go out on a supply run sometime this afternoon, could you guys go for me?"
He nodded, "Sure but can I go now I have somewhere to be this afternoon?"
"Of course Ezra just get these four items," she said as she handed him some credits and a slip of paper:
⊙Fuel
⊙Food
⊙Power Cells
⊙Blank Data Chips
"This is it," he said, "this'll be easy." He stuffed the paper in his pocket and went to go get a piece of paper from an old notebook he has. He walks into his and Zebs room and went searching in his bag which he never bothered to unpack. He finally found it and ripped a piece of paper out and stuffed it in his pocket along with a short, dull, pencil. He raced out of the ship running towards Central City. He slowed down as he got to the edge of the city and he came into view of the market. He knew where to get this stuff at the cheapest price so he went to each stand he knew of and got done in less than twenty minutes. He carried all the items back to the ship. He got back to the ship right as Sabine and Zeb were leaving to get the rest of the supplies.
Sabine smiled at him, "Hey Ezra, is that your part of the supplies?" He nodded. "Cool well be back by dinner and I'm done with a new masterpiece but I want you all to see it all at once so wait until I get back if you want to see it, okay?"
He nodded again, "Yeah Sabine I hear ya." He went into the ship to drop off all the supplies. Then he went to the cockpit and gave the rest of the credits to Hera, "Hey I'm gonna go now don't worry I'll be here later."
"Okay Ezra," she said and she put her hands on his shoulders, "please be careful and be back by eight o'clock. But I would like you to come back by at least seven-thirty so you can get some dinner. Okay?" He nodded and she gave him a hug which surprised him but he hugged back anyway. She let go and he ran out the Ghost towards his tower. He got there and climbed up the ladder. He got to the top and went inside where he took one last look at his old home. He took out the blank piece of paper and wrote a letter to the crew. He folded it up and wrote on the front, To Ghost crew from Ezra Bridger. He tucked it inside his jacket where it was visible. And walked out onto the balcony. He just stood and stared at the nice day, with the bright sun shining above the amber fields of Lothal. He walked over to the ladder and took a deep breath before he let himself fall. He heard someone in the distance yelling his name as he let his body lean foreword and fall. He thought he would finally see his parents and his uncle but he felt that he was slowing down. Though he soon felt the air rushing around him again and smiled the biggest smile ever. He felt himself hit the ground hard and he soon felt himself slipping away from the world where the last thing he heard was his name. The last thing he felt was the wind on his face. And the last thing he thought was of his family and being able to see them again.
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Authors Note:
I do not support suicide or suicidal thoughts. I am just doing this cause it makes it more dramatic now and REALLY fluffy later. I want to say if you are having these thoughts and/or taking serious actians for it, I want you to talk to someone, anyone. You could talk to parent, teachers, friends, or even a stranger. If you are having these thoughts or thinking about taking action you can also talk to me cause I know what you are going through I thought about it many times a couple times I attempted it but people helped me through it. And I knew someone who took their own life so I'm dedicating this note and story to my friend and crush Alex K. I miss you and I know that you will always be in the hearts of me, your family, your friends, and teachers.
