Anniversary
5 years after taking off, the Ebon Hawk touched down on the landing pad. Dry smoke hissed out of the ship as the landing ramp lowered, and a hunched figure hobbled out. Nobody paid the ship, or it's scraggly captain, any mind as he drifted off and soon faded into the billions of sentients on Coruscant.
Revan's mind was focused on one thing, and that was Bastila.
It wasn't long before he found himself standing in front of a desserts store, gazing into the brightly lit shop. Sweet, cinnamon smells swayed and danced inside and around his head, beckoning to his ragged stomach. Gripping at his flaccid pockets, the former Dark Lord walked inside.
Boxes of treats were stacked by the windows, and against the walls. The only Shopkeep, a man of middle age perhaps, smiled at him, though Revan was sure his appearance made him look like a homeless man. His clothes alone looked like they'd been ripped apart by a nexu.
Revan approached the counter. The man's smile didn't fail to stay as bright as the lights above their heads, "What can I get you, sir?"
He tenderly pulled out his last credit chit, and laid it down against the counter, "Chocolates."
"What kind of chocolates?"
The former Dark Lord blinked. He cleared his throat awkwardly, "Caramel, please."
The Shopkeep complied and handed him a bright red box of chocolates, "I hope you don't mind if I ask, but are these for anybody special?"
Revan took the box and tucked it under his arm, "They're meant for somebody. As an apology."
He walked out of the shop toward his old apartment.
When he finally reached the door to his apartment, he paused. He could sense her presence inside. Her being so close made him want to tear the door down and throw himself inside, down at her knees. His fingers trembled like earthquakes.
Revan pressed the buzzer.
She answered slowly, like she suspected something was amiss. When the door opened, he saw her face first. Bastila's eyes were red.
She stared at him, in what he could only hope was recognition, in absolute silence. Perhaps it was the tangled beard, or the greasy hair, or the scarred face, or maybe time had erased his face from her mind.
But no, she recognized him. He could see her lips and knees trembling. Because it was really him standing in front of her. Even if her eyes couldn't confirm it, the Force solidified it.
"It's you," She whispered.
Revan, almost ready to collapse from hearing her voice, withdrew the chocolates from behind his back and held them out. His heart beat faster than lightspeed, "Happy anniversary."