k_a_grayson_05
Ahsoka gritted her teeth, witnessing the bonfire burn hotter and hotter. Her hatred, Her Betrayal, Her fear culminated within the strength of the fire's burn. Her legs came up to her chest, wrapped by her arms, basking in the warmth of the bonfire.
The stars decorating the Radaa night sky did not aid her woes, nor remove her pain. But there she sat, basking in the fire's glow. Next to her, was I. The only warmth available on a planet where everything was silent, and comfort was lacking.
What good was I? I despised her perfection, I was anguished in her comfort.
She had support I did not have, she had once a family I always desired. Now, sitting at the burning flames, I realize that hatred was wrong. She's a young woman who lost everything, like me. Unlike me, she felt every single pain of it. She felt the loss, she felt the absence, she felt the betrayal all at once.
Mother Zej saved me of that deserving punishment long ago.
"Ashla. I'm... I'm sorry." I said, staring back at the smaller curled togruta staring into the fire. I inched closer, staring right at the fire. "In these times of need, and comfort, I think back to times when I was happier. There was once a time that Mother Zej used to call me Snarky, and it is comforting to look back at it." I sighed, staring at the flames once more, before landing my eyes on her. I felt my eyelids soften.
Ahsoka sat still, tears blurring her angry expression, dropping down her cheeks one by one... before eventually dropping all at once, like flood gates being opened after long-gone Tsunamis came by.
"... Once I Was Called Snips, when I was young and naive."
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• A/N: THIS IS A FANFICTION BASED ON E.L JOHNSTON'S AHSOKA NOVEL, AND THE CANNON MATERIAL THAT EXISTS ON AHSOKA !!
• A/N 2: Yea, there is an of mine OC here