The beginning of this is a little confusing, so let me explain a little. *ahem* A random idea popped into my head that Qui-Gon knew he was in love, but he didn't know with whom, until he realized Tahl was going to be in danger if she went to that meeting. That was when he confessed his love for her. Because when she was gone, he noticed it was gone. *blink* Does that make any sense?
I don't own Jedi Apprentice.
It was dark, so dark. Why couldn't she stay?
She?
She.
I know I know her, she is always there. A steady presence, another heartbeat pulsing in the back of my consciousness. There was someone, finding a way to get to me in ways a Jedi should not act on. I'm a Jedi, but that does not mean I'm not a man. I know when I'm in love. But maybe I'm not as much of a man as I thought because I couldn't tell with whom I was in love. All I knew was that I wanted whoever it was to stay.
Forever.
As in never go.
Everyone lived, and everyone died. They could not stay forever.
Why did love do this to me? Take my newfound lover from me?
It had been Tahl. It had always been Tahl.
No one else could replace her, and I would never try to fill the gap she left with her death.
"It's...dark. It's hard to imagine a room with light and color when all you can see is black," Tahl had told me, a few months after the accident causing her blindness.
I was her light those scarce days before her death. It had given her a new purpose.
And now?
Now I was the one in the dark. Tahl had been my light, too. Her light had guided me through life since age eight, leading me through the hard times and unbearable losses.
And then the light was extinguished, and it was dark.
I am a total drama llama. This was probably too dramatic. I would really appreciate reviews.