Again, I don't own Star Wars... I just write it...
This is a short story from Leia's P.O.V. after Han is frozen in carbonite...
LONELY
Where are you Han?
I wish I knew. All I know is that I miss you, and that I am lonely.
I miss your cocky grin. I miss your tousled hair. I miss the way you drive the Falcon: jaw set, eyes narrowed, lips perused.
Your lips, warm against mine, only to be interrupted by Threepio...
No. I can't dwell on the past. I may never see you again, and I can't tear myself and my life apart missing you. I have a war to win.
And yet...
Sometimes I dream about you. I see you, being put into carbonite, but no matter how much I scream, or kick, or fight, it ends up the same: I lose you. And I'm lonely...
Han, where are you?
Sometimes it's better not to know...
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