AN: The drabble challenge continues! : )

These are not beta read, so all mistakes are mine!

All previous disclaimers still apply.

Forever

Luke kicked at the sand sending particles flying. It was always the same;

"Just another season."

Now Biggs was away and he was stuck on this rock of baked sand and stone and boredom.

The twin suns were settling on the horizon, hues of golden red washed the desert before him. Some part of his mind told him the sight was beautiful, the greater part reminded him it was a sight he would see the next night, and next, and many more after; stretching into his future years.

He turned away, dejected, frustrated; knowing that forever was far too long.

Always

He had searched among the wreckage of his home; coughing in the soot, the scent of death. He had found their bed and grabbed the singed blanket. He wrapped them together as he gasped and gagged on the stench and dragged them toward the gravesite.

Now he was digging; methodically, automatically shovelling up one scoop of sand after another. Some part of him was aware he weeping, mewling, crying with frustration as sand trickled back down into the hole he was so desperately trying to deepen.

Another part knew that he would always remember this and his rage burned within.

Never

A soft breeze tugged at his hair as he sat alone in the desert with the twin suns slowly sinking behind him. It was quiet, peaceful, here beside the depression in the sand and he tried not to think of when he had hastily buried them, tried not to think of his grief, his anger and his fear of that day.

He was no longer fearful or angry, but he grieved.

The suns hues turned red-gold and he turned to regard them, recalled that other sunset from years ago but, this time, the whole of him never wanted to leave.