Hey Guys so this is just going to be a one shot of Arya remembering Jon after hearing about his death. This is set in The Winds Of Winter verse. So if you don't want book spoilers don't read it xxx
~ Jonrya
Empty.
Cold.
Broken.
That was how she felt at this moment in time. It can't be true, it has to be a lie. He can't be gone, not Jon, not her big brother.
He was her last grip on being Arya Stark, he was the only thing holding her back from becoming No One, becoming a Faceless Man. He gave her Needle, made her see that she could be so much more than what her mother and sister had planned for her. When she was escaping the Red Keep, everything that Syrio taught her flew from her mind "stick em with the pointy end." he had told her. And stick them she did.
Needle. The sword he had given her for protection. The sword that held their link to each other, when she would think of home and Robb, Bran, Rickon and even Sansa she would look to her hip and caress the hilt. But most of all, Needle was Jon Snow's Smile.
He was always her favourite brother. Her favourite sibling to be honest. While she loved teasing Robb, or pranking Sansa and playing with Bran and baby Rickon. Jon was her constant companion. An outcast in their home as she was, they were kindred spirits, him a bastard and she, a highborn lady who wished she could be a warrior. He understood her want for adventure and to leave the icy walls of Winterfell.
"Ha." she thought "Maybe HotPie was right. Winter-Hell." for that's all it was now, a frozen waste controlled by those who were once loyal to her family. The Boltons, who were he father's loyal bannermen. And... Theon. The boy she was raised with, who she thought of as a fifth brother. As much as she hated him for betraying Robb, she heard the stories of what the Bastard Ramsay Snow had done to him. Her heart missed the walls of Winterfell, missed Old Nan's stories, Mikken's workshop. She missed all of it. But Now everyone was gone and she has no family around her.
And now she learns that the one person that has kept her fighting. Kept her believing in her ability to get back home to him was gone. He was no longer breathing. He was no longer able to muss her hair and call her "Little Sister". Her heart was now a black empty void that could never be filled.
In The Distance, She Swore She Could Hear The Howl Of A Broken Wolf. Nymeria.
"I Guess We've Both Lost A Pack Member. Haven't We." The tears streamed down her face as the heart of Arya Stark broke. Her head tilted back and she let out a heartbreaking sob. Her sobs turning to wails and then finally howls of pain and anguish. "Jon." she cried, helpless on the ports of Braavos, "I need you. please come back."
With The Last Of Her Strength She Let Out A Final, Choked Up Wail...
A Sniffle For A Trapped Sister...
A Choke For Two Lost Younger Brothers...
A Sob For A Deceased Mother...
A Wail For A Departed Father...
A Scream For A Betrayed Brother...
And For The Loss Of Her Heart...
A Broken Howl.