Heartache and End, a new jedi order fanfic

This is a short but sad Jagged Fel vignette I came up with. It takes place after The New Jedi Order and it could be viewed as post Swarm War. I hope you all enjoy it despite it's length.

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Laying flat on his bed, Jag stared sorrowfully at the ceiling. He didn't move nor even tried to. He just lay there hoping that the pain and hurt that he felt would just somehow vanish. It wasn't physical pain. No. It was internal pain. It was…heartache.

But it's expected when you lose the woman you love to another. To know that you would never again be able to hold her, love her, or share special moments with her.

It was these hurtful realizations that plunged straight into Jag's heart causing the deadly scourge of the soul known as heartache. He wanted to get rid of it. He wanted the hurt to stop…to leave him alone. But the memories of her just lingered causing the pain to haunt him like a phantom.

The lights were out. The windows were closed. And all doors were locked. He was totally alone in the dark. The only sound that could be heard were the haunting voices of the choir as the orchestrated music coursed through the room like a fast flowing stream of water.

Jag closed his eyes allowing the stream of music to flow into his ears. He hoped it would help cure him from the parasitic heartache. Hoping it would magically erase the hurt and fill his soul with calm. But that was wishful thinking.

Heartache isn't like a ship's dent, for a ship can be mended and the dent removed. But the soul is untouchable. No tool or patch can mend its dent… the dent known as heartache.

A tear ran down Jag's face as an image of her face appeared in his head. She was smiling. That lopsided grin that always made his days worthwhile. But being with her made his days complete as well as his soul.

The choir and music grew louder and more haunting as the finale approached.

Jag gave a deep sigh. It was no use. Heartache was winning. Neither calculation nor strategy could win this. The hurt washed through his soul. Jag could feel it eating away at him as the memories of her swept through his mind like a violent hurricane. He couldn't deny it. He loved her. He would always love her.

Before she entered his life, he was like an empty shell trained to do the bidding of a high power. To live a life without emotion or feeling. To live a life of only logic, reason, and calculation.

Then he came to her realm. Like a fish out of water, he wasn't accepted among the rest. Treated and thought of like the empty shell that he was. But then she came. She filled him with the blissful emotions that made him complete. She was his goddess, his princess…no…his angel princess.

But no longer was she his princess. She belonged to another. To a man that he now hated.

Another tear ran down Jag's face as the choir and music hauntingly dueled one another in the song's brooding finale. Jag knew he would become an empty shell again. A being that was never meant to feel such blissful emotions. Though the heartache pounded his soul, it would eventually leave along with the emotions that his princess showed him. The image of her faded in his mind. Slowly slipping into nothingness. The heartache began to lessen.

The last tears ran down his eyes. The music died…along with Jag's love.

THE END

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I hope you all liked it. I might write happier vignettes in the future... Well, maybe.