Sequel - A broken galaxy for us to fix

|| Shifting Locatioans and Emotions ||

Footsteps echoed like an empty promise causing Ahsoka to rock harder as her breathing hitched.

Never. Never had she ever allowed anyone to witness her in a state such as this.

She was not about to make that change today.

Even so, flashes of Clovis's bloodied face caused the tears to force themselves more powerfully down her cheeks.

Nausea tying her hands as she hurled her guts out suffocated over her uneven breaths.

The footsteps paused, before hesitantly advancing towards her like a predator.

Despite her training as a Jedi, despite her resolution to always appear strong, Ahsoka could do nothing but puke out her misery the cold hard floor a brutal reminder of her weak position as she prayed that whoever may witness her would go away.

The door creaked, stealing her last rays of hopeful delusions as a sharp exhale caused her to tremble.

"Ahsoka."

His voice radiated through her, causing her head to turn like it was magnet connected to him.

Cropped brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. And a simple white shirt that demonstrated his body was toned from the excretion of being a solider.

Flushing away the evidence of her weakness, Ahsoka stood on wobbly legs and dared a glance at his face. She regretted it instantly.

It wasn't his mouth, twisted with tension that made her heart begin to pound, or the way his eyebrows were scrunched, but the worry so deeply rooted in his eyes that he seemed to forget his past anger at her.

She hated it, hated him in that moment for witnessing her in a private moment.

Sniffling she used her sleeve to wipe at the damning evidence on her cheek.

The floor was the safest place to look as she cleared her throat.

"Lux."

She attempted to shoulder past but he grabbed her- calloused hands causing her to wince as heat ate its way up her arm.

"Don't touch me."

He didn't jump away like he had the first time they had met. Instead he lifted her chin with his other hand, forcing her darting eyes to focus on his own, pooling with concern.

She felt ill again.

He said nothing as they stared, it occurred to Ashoka how close they were to eachother, how intimately he was touching her-

She shivered and forced her eyes away.

It didn't matter, she could still feel his piercing stare as he assessed her. Red eyes, sweaty brow, crumbled clothing.

"What happened?"

His voice was so gentle, it- it made her mad.

With a new sense of strength fuelling her, Ahsoka met his gaze with her own cool one.

"You're suddenly nice to me now. Why? Because you found me in a distressed state."

The shocked that rippled across his face did nothing to calm the pain slowing clawing its way through Ashoka.

She wanted to stop it, stop this, but she couldn't. Not as tears blurred her vision again.

He let go of her, her arms cold from where he had held her.

"I'm not inhumane Ahsoka."

Concern still lined his face, even if his eyes were more guarded. She didn't care, felt nothing but the need to protect herself from this humiliation. Even as he whispered.