[ COMPLETE ] His Star- A Rogue One fanfiction

Chapter 8- The Pains of Grief

Jyn's POV:

Cassian piloted while I sat in the cockpit. I had sat back, alone. The thought that we were Scarif's only survivors within scared me. But how? I then looked down at my necklace, grasping it between my fingers, gently twirling it. Had it really been the cyber crystal?  Yes, the crystal was something to do with the force but had it actually saved Cassian and I's life? Bodhi, Kaytoo, Chirrut, Baze, all the innocent rebel solider's lives had been sacrificed because of my idea. I never wanted this to end in a suicide mission, but from the very start, it was. They were right, the senators, General Mothma, they were right. How could I be so stupid to think that hope was the answer? This is all my fault...I should be the one dead, not them.

I rose from my seat to walk to where Cassian was, we had finally made it into hyperspace. " Cassian...Shoot me, kill me. You deserve to be the only survivor, it was my idea and now they are gone. They never deserved any of it. Just kill me, I don't  wanna live knowing I'm the one responsible for so many deaths! " Tears were streaming down my face and I was an emotional wreck. I handed him a blaster. I didn't know if I wanted to survive anymore.

" Jyn, no...Shhh... I could never want to kill you. It isn't your fault. They died so we could have a chance of getting the plans so there was a chance for the Rebellion. " He sat down and pulled me into his lap. He spoke so softly and stroked my hair gently in an effort to calm me back down. " It's okay, Jyn...You're okay, my star. " He kissed me gently on the forehead. With his thumb, he would wipe away the last of my tears.

He slowly put his forehead close to mine, our faces just inches away. Finally, after a few minutes, his lips met with mine and had slowly but passionately kissed me.