I stood there, my eyes burning with tears, my body shuttering. Your gravestone stood there, beautiful but proud at the same time, just like you. I remember your face when you were smiling or laughing. I remember your face when you were upset, your tears shining like diamonds.
When you were angry, the fire in your eyes lid your surroundings like a lightsaber in the dark, showing me that it was the end of our discussion. But those were all bit memories. I have not seen you since the shuttle crash, I wanted to change that, but it seems that I was too late.
I remember the man who told me that your end came early, too early, even for my taste. I knew that you wouldn't live long, you were a human after all, but you were hardly (10 years older than your age) you could have lived longer.
My tears are soaking my mask by now, but I could care less. Even if the Jedi-scum decides to show up I would never fight near your gravestone, for it is the last thing besides my memories I possess from you, my dear, precious Y/N.
(A quite short chapter. I was just at a funeral, my mood is down, but I wanted to post something. I hope you liked it.)
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General Grievous X Reader Oneshots
Science FictionGeneral Grievous was my favourite character in Star Wars and I couldn't find many stories about my favourite Kaleesh. This may contain some lemons.
