A/N: I do not own Star Wars Rebels.
Long Live Caleb Dume.
Caleb would remember the taste of her lips into the next life, wherever that may be.
He would remember the feel of her hands between his, the sound of her voice in his ears, and the rush of joy when he held her in his arms.
Caleb would remember the early days, when they were just starting out. No kids, no responsibilities. Only each other. Only a belief. They would lie under the stars, shoulder to shoulder, and be at peace.
He would remember the day they had found Zeb, and later Sabine. How they had more or less held the ladder as sobs racked her body in the night.
He would remember how Ezra had completed them, made his life begin to come full circle...
Caleb would remember the day Kanan was blinded. How he could hear Hera's voice crack as she cautiously touched his face.
Come back safe, love.
You could always see me.
You've always been there for me.
I love you.
With Hera's declaration ringing in his ears, Caleb lept into action. The force pulsed around him but did nothing for the heat of the flames barreling toward him- towards his family- toward her.
A million memories flashed across his mind, of stolen glances and touches forgotten.
I love you, too.
But she already knew that.
And while Kanan Jarrus would have be blind to the fact, while Kanan would have left the fire engulf him at last, Caleb Dume did not.
Caleb Dume held on a little longer- fought just a little harder. If there was one moment he wanted to see, this was it.
He wanted to see her, he needed to see her…
And then the world cleared. And he realized, as he looked one last time at the woman he loved, that he'd never been blind to her.
Caleb Dume had always seen her.