Syndrome

by hockeygirlmaddy

A year after Luke Skywalker hears that Leia has suffered a dreaded fate, he comes to a conclusion that the only way to return to his normal self is by sending him her way. Consider this an alternate ending to "The Last Jedi".

AN: Ever since Princess Leia has passed away just last December, Luke Skywalker is suffering through depression, anxiety, and even PTSD. He is too venerable to do any work at all on the Millennium Falcon ever since he doesn't have her by his side. One day, he decided to end the suffering...yeah. that."I cant. I just can't do it."

Luke studied the intricacy of Leia's dress. The now off-white fabric accented with a golden crystal belt around the midsection, has been as close to him like a child and his/her blanket.

The memories of that gloomy, frigid December evening exactly one year ago, stung him like a yellow- jacket,only this time in his mind.

On the evening of December the 20th, in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon. The outer space was bleak and vast, when, to his surprise, Finn entered.

"Whoa, why are you here?", he asked.

Finn replied:

"Luke, I visit you very rarely and only visit when something important has happened.You know Leia has been diagnosed with Stage 2 breast cancer. No matter how hard we have tried this past half-year ,the only "healthy" treatment is to... have her leave for cloud city."

"No. Why? Why?"

Luke said, voice breaking.

"WHYYYYYY?!"

The day after, Finn visited again.

"Luke, it has been done."

Luke couldn'tt help but burst into tears for the first time around Finn.

Flash-Forward to present-day, Luke left the cockpit and went to the enterace of the landed MF. He took out his lightsaber from his jacket pocket.

I can't wait any longer. She can't wait any longer.

He reflected back on all of the missions and personal affairs they had with/for each other.

This is the only way to go back to the happiness.

He activated his lightsaber, that came alive with a whoosh and glowed of a cyan shade.

Here I come, Leia.

Luke aligned the blue glowing weapon to his neck. The heat from it made him only want to go through with it more.

I'm home.

The slash! of the blade slicing through his skin, flesh, and bone like a hot knife through butter echoed throughout the spaceship, followed by a thud from both his head and body falling to the floor.