I stare at the small screen. She wasn't lying when she said her life was on her, it has everything. Leia sits down next to me. We say nothing, content in each other's company. Two days have gone by and everywhere, people are still partying. I don't know why her death has affected me so much, but I doubt the feeling will ease for a long time.
"I killed her," I start to shake.
"You did what you had to do," Leia puts a comforting arm on my back.
"No. I didn't have to do that, no one should have to do that,"
"As much as you hate having done it, I think she preferred you over a faceless stranger,"
"I know. I just... miss her,"
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It's been two years now. The galaxy is happy with its freedom, the rebels went back to their families- if they had any- and the rest of us stayed here. Crait has really grown into a proper town. I still miss her, although not as much as before. I read her life everyday and I wear her necklace. I look after her ship, keeping it tidy as if she might one day return. It's stupid, I know. I should let go, but I can't. I didn't love her, but she was the closest thing I had to a friend, really. Now I have all the friends I could possibly want, but none of them fill the hole. I'm going to publish her life. For everyone to see, she deserves that. I want people to see that she wasn't who they thought she was. She deserves that.
I'm unprepared for a life outside the resistance. She made me realise that. She made me realise that I am really freaking scared.
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The Mechanic
Fanfiction"I thought you thought that you were doing the right thing," "I am," "Then why are you painting yourself as a bad guy?" "Because that's what most of the galaxy thinks," "So? Just because they think it doesn't mean you have to. So how do you know I s...
