AN: Originally this was the first thing I posted. No, this was not my first death fic.

If I owned Star Wars people would be very confused as to how everyone dies.


None of them believed what they heard.

None of them believed what they felt.

It seemed impossible that they were gone.

Yet here was proof that it was true, terrible proof.

Jania looked around, wondering why everything had not yet come to an end.

It had been a terrible few months. Vestara Khai had appeared with an army of Sith ready to take 'revenge' for their loss about 8 years before. Up until then things had been fairly calm, but when the brat had shown up, having been accepted back by her people, the galaxy had gone on high alert.

While the others drove back the Sith Han, Leia, and Luke had left to end things permanently. And end things they had, killing themselves in the process.

Jania stood staring at the bodies of her parents.

It was over, she knew it. Seeing the people you once thought were invincible lying dead before you could crush you, Jania understood that now. But she couldn't give up, she'd learned that from her mother, no, she couldn't give up, she had a family of her own to take care of now.

She sighed, looking again at Han and Leia's clasped hands, their fingers intertwined.

When she had found them she had desperately clung to the hope that they had just fallen asleep, she had seen them lie they way they were when she and her brothers had come to wake their parents up in the morning, before ...she couldn't bring herself to think about it.

It didn't seem fair that they had survived so much only to be taken down by the thing the despised most, Sith.

Jania turned to leave, unable to bare it any longer, and faintly she heard the sound of her parents laughing, something she had become accustomed to hearing more and more these past few years.

She thought of how they were still so deeply in love, even after all this time and sighed again.

It just wasn't fair.

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