A/N: This is from Luke's POV during/after Bespin. I know it's been done and done and done…but I wrote it anyway.
I do not own any of these characters.
If I let go of the edge, will I fall?
If I let go of the edge, will you be there?
Will your hand be wrapped around mine; will you pull me back up?
Or will I fall…
If I let go of the edge, will you stand there?
Will you watch as I loose my battle with gravity?
Will you care if my grip fails?
And I fall…
All it took was a moment. I lost focus for a moment and now I was clinging to the edge, right arm wrapped around my body. I was in shock, the rational part of my brain told me. Physical, mental…it didn't really matter. He spoke again.
You say you are my father.
You say you want my by your side.
But all I feel is pain; all I hear is the wind.
All I see is a monster, reaching his hand out to me.
So I let go…
I let go. It was that or stay with him. Let him mold me into his own image. It wasn't the best choice, just the lesser of two evils. I could have died if not for chance, the force, and my friends. But it was better than the alternative.
I let go of the edge, and I fell.
I let go of the edge, and you weren't there.
It was a stranger who pulled me back up.
Before I let go again…
When I let go of the edge, it was a friend who heard me.
When I let go of the edge, she came for me.
They brought me to safety.
And kept me from falling again…
I reached for you anyway.
"Father, please."