DISCLAIMER: All recognizable characters belong to George Lucas and are used here without permission, blah blah blah...
Author's Note: This is the sequel to The Dancer. I wrote this because one of the reviews said that I needed to develop my characters more. So here it is.
Dancing in the Dark
I will oh I will not forget you
Nor will I ever let you go.
--Sarah McLachlan, "I Will Not Forget You"
Morgan watched as Obi-Wan Kenobi guided his apprentice out of the auditorium with a heavy heart. She had only met him a week ago, but she felt closer to him than to anyone she had ever known. Her heart cried out in protest as his figure moved steadily away from her.
From the beginning, part of her had realized that their relationship could never last. He was a Jedi after all, roaming the galaxy for adventure. It would be impossible for them to live together...get married...
That, Morgan realized, was the problem with logic. It made perfect sense, but it was also hard to accept.
For even as her mind screamed "Get away from him! You'll only get hurt when he leaves!" the romantic side of her whispered "You love him. You could marry him, and spend the rest of your life with the most wonderful man you have ever met."
She had to smile at that thought. Her friends--no, she though, not friends, more like colleagues--would never believe that she had a romantic side. All of them--even Alicia, who until her marriage to David, the director, had been Morgan's best friend--saw her as merely a stubborn, hardworker with the personality of a cactus. Ever since she had arrived at the company, she had been terrified of failing. How could a young girl with little training expect to be accepted at the most prestigious dance company in the galaxy?
Trying to prevent the others from ostrasizing her, she had wrapped herself tightly in a cloak of thorns, daring anyone to get close. And it had worked. Alicia had been the only one to even venture a friendship with her, and even she gave up when she married David. "It's nothing personal," Alicia had told her sheepishly. "It's just that you and David fight all the time, Morgan. I feel like you're making me chose between you. And even though you are my friend, David is my husband."
So Alicia had retreated, leaving Morgan in her cocoon of solitude. Even her dance partner, Connor, didn't try to be her friend, ignoring her except when he was dancing with her or laughing at her. Once, she remembered, he had been nice to her, talking to her and including her when the others went places. But that had faded quickly as Connor drew away from her in favor of his other friends.
Morgan had been alone for years. She worked harder than anyone else, often forgoing sleep to dance alone in the dark studio, practicing until she was the star of the company.
And so her life had been...until he came.
For the first time in her life, she found herself with someone who made her feel comfortable. For the first time, she felt herself open up to him. He was so sweet and trusting and kind, and she felt her hard, frozen by years of solitude, begin to thaw.
Something about him pulled her to him. She wasn't sure what. All she knew was that she wanted to be with him. All she knew was that she couldn't bear to think of living the rest of her life without him. He had managed to slip past her emotional defenses. He had gotten closer to her than any person she had ever known. It was as though suddenly she could see for the first time, and the thought of living forever in darkness made her want to cry.
She began to cry silently as he left the auditorium. She sat on the floor by the curtain, her body curled tightly into a little ball, as the tears flowed down her face.
"I will never forget you," she whispered into the darkness.
*****
Obi-Wan forced himself to walk out of the auditorium. He longed to stay on Rissai. That's ridiculous, he told himself. You have to go back to Coruscant. That is your home. Why would you want to stay here?
Because of Morgan, of course. Morgan, the lovely dancer he had met on the transport. Morgan, the woman with whom he had had a relationship during the week-long trip. Morgan, the woman he had fallen in love with.
It didn't really make much sense, he mused. They were very different. She never hesitated to speak her mind. She was very independent and stubborn. He knew that he was not nearly as outspoken as she was, and he liked to think that he wasn't as stubborn as she was. Well, maybe not quite as stubborn. Anyway, that wasn't the point. The point was that they lived very different lives--far too different for them to be together.
Still, their differences really didn't matter. What mattered was that both of them had dedicated their lives to something. He had spent almost all of his life training to be a Jedi, and she had spent nearly as much time learning to be a dancer. He could never ask her to give up her life; by the same token, he was unsure whether he would be happy if he gave up being a Jedi.
It all boiled down to that, he thought. I'm a Jedi, she's a dancer, and we may as well live in two different galaxies. But still, forever in his heart, he knew that he would always love her. He felt pulled to her. He did not see the arrogant, sarcastic woman who everyone else saw. He saw an insecure, shy woman who needed him, who loved him as deeply as he loved her. He had seen that in her eyes the first time they had kissed in the studio, and he had seen it in her eyes the last time they had kissed.
Part of him wanted to run back, pick her up, and hold her in his arms forever. Part of him wanted to stay with her forever. Yet his feet continued to move him forward, up the aisle towards the exit.
He turned back for only one brief glance. He could not see her, but somehow he knew that she was watching him, shrouded in the shadows that now covered the stage.
"I will not forget you," he whispered into the darkness.
Author's Note: This is the sequel to The Dancer. I wrote this because one of the reviews said that I needed to develop my characters more. So here it is.
Dancing in the Dark
I will oh I will not forget you
Nor will I ever let you go.
--Sarah McLachlan, "I Will Not Forget You"
Morgan watched as Obi-Wan Kenobi guided his apprentice out of the auditorium with a heavy heart. She had only met him a week ago, but she felt closer to him than to anyone she had ever known. Her heart cried out in protest as his figure moved steadily away from her.
From the beginning, part of her had realized that their relationship could never last. He was a Jedi after all, roaming the galaxy for adventure. It would be impossible for them to live together...get married...
That, Morgan realized, was the problem with logic. It made perfect sense, but it was also hard to accept.
For even as her mind screamed "Get away from him! You'll only get hurt when he leaves!" the romantic side of her whispered "You love him. You could marry him, and spend the rest of your life with the most wonderful man you have ever met."
She had to smile at that thought. Her friends--no, she though, not friends, more like colleagues--would never believe that she had a romantic side. All of them--even Alicia, who until her marriage to David, the director, had been Morgan's best friend--saw her as merely a stubborn, hardworker with the personality of a cactus. Ever since she had arrived at the company, she had been terrified of failing. How could a young girl with little training expect to be accepted at the most prestigious dance company in the galaxy?
Trying to prevent the others from ostrasizing her, she had wrapped herself tightly in a cloak of thorns, daring anyone to get close. And it had worked. Alicia had been the only one to even venture a friendship with her, and even she gave up when she married David. "It's nothing personal," Alicia had told her sheepishly. "It's just that you and David fight all the time, Morgan. I feel like you're making me chose between you. And even though you are my friend, David is my husband."
So Alicia had retreated, leaving Morgan in her cocoon of solitude. Even her dance partner, Connor, didn't try to be her friend, ignoring her except when he was dancing with her or laughing at her. Once, she remembered, he had been nice to her, talking to her and including her when the others went places. But that had faded quickly as Connor drew away from her in favor of his other friends.
Morgan had been alone for years. She worked harder than anyone else, often forgoing sleep to dance alone in the dark studio, practicing until she was the star of the company.
And so her life had been...until he came.
For the first time in her life, she found herself with someone who made her feel comfortable. For the first time, she felt herself open up to him. He was so sweet and trusting and kind, and she felt her hard, frozen by years of solitude, begin to thaw.
Something about him pulled her to him. She wasn't sure what. All she knew was that she wanted to be with him. All she knew was that she couldn't bear to think of living the rest of her life without him. He had managed to slip past her emotional defenses. He had gotten closer to her than any person she had ever known. It was as though suddenly she could see for the first time, and the thought of living forever in darkness made her want to cry.
She began to cry silently as he left the auditorium. She sat on the floor by the curtain, her body curled tightly into a little ball, as the tears flowed down her face.
"I will never forget you," she whispered into the darkness.
*****
Obi-Wan forced himself to walk out of the auditorium. He longed to stay on Rissai. That's ridiculous, he told himself. You have to go back to Coruscant. That is your home. Why would you want to stay here?
Because of Morgan, of course. Morgan, the lovely dancer he had met on the transport. Morgan, the woman with whom he had had a relationship during the week-long trip. Morgan, the woman he had fallen in love with.
It didn't really make much sense, he mused. They were very different. She never hesitated to speak her mind. She was very independent and stubborn. He knew that he was not nearly as outspoken as she was, and he liked to think that he wasn't as stubborn as she was. Well, maybe not quite as stubborn. Anyway, that wasn't the point. The point was that they lived very different lives--far too different for them to be together.
Still, their differences really didn't matter. What mattered was that both of them had dedicated their lives to something. He had spent almost all of his life training to be a Jedi, and she had spent nearly as much time learning to be a dancer. He could never ask her to give up her life; by the same token, he was unsure whether he would be happy if he gave up being a Jedi.
It all boiled down to that, he thought. I'm a Jedi, she's a dancer, and we may as well live in two different galaxies. But still, forever in his heart, he knew that he would always love her. He felt pulled to her. He did not see the arrogant, sarcastic woman who everyone else saw. He saw an insecure, shy woman who needed him, who loved him as deeply as he loved her. He had seen that in her eyes the first time they had kissed in the studio, and he had seen it in her eyes the last time they had kissed.
Part of him wanted to run back, pick her up, and hold her in his arms forever. Part of him wanted to stay with her forever. Yet his feet continued to move him forward, up the aisle towards the exit.
He turned back for only one brief glance. He could not see her, but somehow he knew that she was watching him, shrouded in the shadows that now covered the stage.
"I will not forget you," he whispered into the darkness.