Rey dances around her kitchen, hips swaying in time to the music floating through her apartment. Her windows are open to let in the breezy summer air and the noises of the people that pass below. Her phone vibrates in the back pocket of her jean shorts so she turns down the music before answering.
"Hello?" she opens the fridge door, putting away the litter of soda that she just poured herself a glass of.
"Hey, babe." Her fiancé's voice echoes from the phone.
"Ben! Hi. What's up?" She grabs her cup and saunters over to the couch where she flops down, taking a sip of soda.
"Can't I just call my beautiful bride-to-be without an ulterior motive?" he chuckles but it comes out wheezy. Rey figures it must be an iffy connection.
"Not with you, sir. You've always got something up your sleeve." She puts her legs up on the couch, crossing them at the ankles. The sound of a horn filters through the open window.
"Alright, alright, fine. You win."
Rey smirks to herself. She usually does. "Mhm. What's new?"
"Yeah, yeah, you're lucky you're so darn cute or" Ben breaks off into a coughing fit.
"You okay?" Rey sits up straighter.
"Yeah, fine. Sorry, got a weird tickle in my throat." he answers.
"Mmmm. I'd like to tickle your throat." She whispers into the speaker, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks. Even after years together, both as friends and lovers, he still gives her goosebumps and butterflies.
"Oh? Well, future Mrs. Benjamin Solo, that can certainly be arranged."
She pulls her knees into her chest, "So what did you want to talk about, before we digress any further?"
"Right. So that band, The Rebels, you really wanted for the wedding but couldn't get?"
"Yes. Why are you making me sad?"
"I pulled a few strings with a friend of a friend of a coworker. Guess who's playing on our big day?"
Rey jumps up off the couch, squealing into the phone, "No way! Oh my god, Ben, you're amazing! I love you so much."
"I know." He relishes the sound of her merrymaking through the phone, wishing her could be there with her.
"Okay. I know it sounds dumb but I really want to go out and celebrate now. Like I don't care. Let's just do something, yeah?" she giggles into the phone.
"Sure, babe. Anything for you."
"Oh my god. I have goosebumps. I'm seriously shaking right now."
He laughs, which turns into another cough, "Sorry, that tickle won't go away." He says, wheezy.
"When do you think you'll be home? I need to get ready." She practically skips into her bedroom.
"Soon, I guess."
"Okay. Well, I'll let you go so you can get here quicker. Love you"
"I love you, Rey." He says, almost desperately. "And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."
She puts down the dress she was holding up to herself, "Yeah, same here. You sure you're okay?"
"Of course. I'm marrying you. I can't get any better than that."
She laughs, "Okay. Well I'll see you in a little while. Bye."
"Bye, Rey. Love you."
And they both hang up. Rey pulls another few dresses out of her closest, holding them up, trying to decide which to wear.
Ben sits with his back to the brick wall of the narrow ally, holding his stomach which is now a fountain of blood. His hand holding the phone falls to the ground, the phone slipping out of his weakening fingers. He knows he's not going to survive this, no matter when the ambulance shows up. The only thing that mattered to him was hearing her voice, hearing her say she loved him and telling her the same. His eyelids slip shut. Now he can let go.
A/N: I know at least one person who is going to kill me for this and I'm sorry but I can't help it! I'm, apparently, the queen of depressing fics. But yeah, drop me a review or death threat. It's all good.