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Alone
A figure moved between the remainders of the rebel base. The cold Hoth wind now coming through the broken shield doors. It did not seem to bother her. The acrid smoke from the battle burned her throat.
Her gaze swept over the ruin, but she didn't really see. Unbelievable- what had happened here. Bodies of rebels and stormtroopers alike were scattered on the ground. The snow was red with blood. Save for her- nothing else was moving.
She wiped the blood from the wound on her head. She had woken up not to long before, laying on the ground beneath the transmission desk, and not knowing what had happened. She had called out but there was no answer.
She walked around the command center with only one goal in mind- to find someone else. Her heart ached every time she saw a still face of someone she knew, but she had no tears left-those had been spent on the first few.
She made it to the hanger. All the ships were gone. Their pilots killed. Only the first few transports had gotten out safely. When she got to where the Falcon had been, she saw only Chewbacca. He was surrounded by the bodies of stormtroopers he'd killed before he too had died. No tears she had left, so she only whispered softly, "Goodbye, Chewie."
She headed down the hallway only looking for one person, and hoping she wouldn't find him. Around the corner, those hopes were dashed. Han lay on the ground, blaster still in hand. The passage on the other side of him was blocked with fallen snow and ice.
She fell down on her knees next to him and reached for his hand, but it was cold. She screamed inwardly as her heart wrenched. The well she thought was dry now burst forth with tears.
He had been coming to get her. The thought dawned on her. She been in the room just down the corridor. Even though the last words they'd spoken to each other were harsh, he'd still been coming to get her out.
She brushed his hair back from his face, and wished with her all that she could see those hazel eyes smirk once more, to listen to him laugh, to see him smile. He meant much to her, maybe she even loved him, but now she would never know for sure.
Her eyes traveled down to his chest wound. NO! No, it wasn't possible. But it was. The wound was very clearly inflicted by a light saber. Vader. Leia shook with anger and hatred. Han must have come down the hallway looking for her and Vader followed him.
"You had no chance." she whispered to Han.
She could see the scene in her mind. Vader trapping him here like a cat does with a mouse. Han had taken his blaster out, but Darth Vader had simply blocked the shots till he was close enough to run him through.
"I'm so sorry, Han." she said bitterly.
She kissed his cheek stood up to leave.
"I love you, Han, but you already knew that."
She walked away.
Her thoughts, as she walked aimlessly, were scrambled. Bits and pieces of memories coming to mind-growing up on Alderaan, the Death Star, and her last meeting with Han.
The cold wind tore at her coat as she walked outside. Leia noticed for the first time that it was freezing. What does it matter? she thought to herself, "I'll be dead soon anyway."
Her only hope was that Luke had made it out, and that he could rally the others. Perhaps they could build up the Alliance again.
Part of her knew that she was missing something. That she was meant to do something else, but now she would never have the chance. She would never get to see the Empire crumble, or freedom come to so many. Flashes of images sped through her mind, the life she was supposed to have lived.
She kept walking out into the swirling snow. Wondering which would kill her first, the cold or her heart.
She decided it didn't matter much.