It was all over, everything was said and done: The universe was finally at peace. Supreme Leader Snoke was gone, Ben Solo turned good and Rey has recreated the Jedi order. It cost a countless number of lives and planets but the galaxy was finally free of evil. There was nothing left for him to do but leave the universe to a new generation. At his father's grave, Luke stood.
Anakin's grave had been defaced over the decades. Only Luke knew the truth of what had happened that day on the second Death Star, how his father redeemed himself and destroyed the emperor. Everyone saw Darth Vader as being nothing more than a monster who would stop at nothing to accomplish his goals.
There was nothing more Luke had to do, his dream of seeing the jedi order restored had been fulfilled and his greatest failure turned good again. This was nothing left to do anymore.
"Was has changed," Luke said to himself. "Our time has ended. Our war is over, but there is one more thing I must do…"
From his robe pocket he pulled out a blaster. His best friend Han Solo's blaster to be specific. He somehow managed to get a hold of it. His released the ammo clip from it. Even if he did that it would only allow for one singular shot. He got down on his knees and placed the barrel of the blaster in his mouth. He recounted his friends, his allies, all his battles he ever fought. All leading to this one point. Once done he can never go back.
He placed his fingers on the trigger and pulled it.
