AN: Hi guys, faithful readers and whatnot. It's good to be back. This is just something morbidly depressing that sprang into my head a few days ago. It refused to leave until I published it. Don't worry about my Big Bang Theory thing I have going, it should be updated within the week. I have lot of new stuff planned, and this is just the beginning. Feel free to cry while reading this; I know I did when I wrote it.
George's universe, I just play here.
End of a World
She saw it happen in slow motion. The shot he couldn't dodge, the one time when even lightning fast wasn't fast enough. It hit him in the chest, almost his shoulder, the force of it spinning him around, to land on his stomach when he hit the ground.
And then she was running. Not hearing her brother screaming her name. Not feeling the shocks of the explosions as they went off around her. Not noticing the shots that, by some miracle, missed her by mere inches. Nothing was more important in that moment than reaching him.
She fell to her knees at his side, and rolled him over onto his back. Gasped when she saw the charred flesh over his heart. She screamed for a medic, and then her attention snapped back to him.
"You can't die," she choked out, "That's an order, Solo, do you understand?" She was almost yelling now, her desperation setting in.
"Sorry Princess," he was barely above a whisper, but her ear were deaf to all else, "I never was great at following orders." He knew it was over, whether she could accept it or not, and no matter how much he wanted it to keep going. Where was that kriffing medic?
His eyes were drifting closed, when she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and kissed him one last time. He put everything he had left into kissing her back.
She wanted this to last forever, but he finally pulled back just enough to whisper so softly, that if she hadn't been deaf to all else, she would never have heard him.
"I love you."
The tears were pooling in her eyes now, but she wouldn't let them fall.
"I know."
She felt him go through the Force, the spark that had been lighting her soul, extinguished as if by the wind.
In the middle of a battlefield, a princess without a planet rested her head on the chest of the only man she ever truly loved, and cried like it was the end of a world.
Because for her, it was.
AN: Well you know what to do. Once you're finished with those tissues, there's a button down there that needs clicking. Thanks. May the Force be with you.