Ghost Stories (Star Wars Rebels Oneshots) (DISCONTINUED)

Depression

I decided I wanted to write something sad. Good thing I can never write something without ending up making a happy ending. Sometimes I feel like I'm too soft. This happened a few weeks after Twilight of the Apprentice.

Ezra stood at the edge looking at the ground far below. He was out of sight of the base, and he preferred that. It had been a few weeks since Malachor. He'd been avoiding the crew as much as possible, staying locked in his room or walking to some obscure part of the base.

He hadn't seen Kanan at all. Kanan stayed in his room, and it was Ezra's fault. Why had he trusted Maul? Why couldn't he have listened to Kanan. Now Kanan was blind and Ahsoka was dead. A key leader of the rebellion gone because of him. The leader of their crew blind because of him.

And I got out without a scratch, Ezra thought bitterly.

He took a step closer to the edge. He was so done. Nobody would care if he was gone. He was just a burden.

He put one foot over the edge. Then the other. He closed his eyes as he fell and waited for darkness.

It never came.

He heard someone shout his name and then Ezra landed on something. Someone had caught him. They set him down on the ground.

"Ezra! Are you ok?!" It was Zeb.

He opened his eyes, looked up at Zeb and nodded. He sat up slowly. He wasn't sure what to do.

"What happened? Did you fall?" Zeb asked.

Ezra didn't reply. He just pulled his knees to his chest to try to make himself appear smaller.

Zeb seemed to realize what Ezra had been about to do because he gasped.

"Ezra, why would you do that?" He asked. He sounded, scared. That made Ezra feel worse.

He stayed silent for a moment, then he replied softly, "It's my fault."

"What's your fault?" Zeb asked as he sat down next to Ezra.

Ezra put his forehead on his knees so Zeb wouldn't see the tears in his eyes. "It's my fault, Kanan's blind, Ahsoka's dead, it's my fault," his voice wavered as he talked.

"Kid, it's not your fault," Zeb said. His voice was surprisingly soft.

"No Zeb, it is," he said with a sniff, "Kanan probably hates me n-now." His voice broke at the end and he began to cry. He had mastered crying silently over the past few weeks to not wake Zeb. The only sign that he was crying was that he was shaking slightly.

Suddenly Ezra felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He stiffened for a second, but then he relaxed.

"Its not your fault, and Kanan doesn't hate you," Zeb said as he hugged Ezra, "None of us hate you."

Ezra believed Zeb. They didn't hate him. But it was still his fault. He did feel better though.

"Thanks Zeb, I, I needed that," he said as he wiped his eyes.

"Promise me you'll never try that again," Zeb growled, his voice getting gruff again.

"I promise," he replied, "Can you promise me something?"

"What?" Zeb asked.

"Can you not tell the others? I-I don't want them to know," he whispered, "Please?"

Zeb sighed, "I promise kid."

"Thank you," he said again. He hugged Zeb back, and smiled.

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Started out angsty and turned into fluff at the end. Hope it was good.