Hi, a new story (My other plot bunnies
have run away so my other stories are progressing VERY slowly.) I don't own
anyone (Except, as always, MY part of the Mara depicted in my stories.) I would
like to say I own Adonis, but I must have respect for the dead and proclaim him
his own person. Don't copy etc etc etc…everything I'm supposed to say…
The cool, ambrosial night air caressed her silken skin. She lay curled up on the thick carpet of green leaves. The towering forest trees surrounded her. Her innermost soul cried out for him. Hot, salt tears bedewed her face of flower-like beauty. Her mud-streaked fatigues made her blend in with her surroundings. Her waves of hair like exotic spice were tangled and her usually vibrant green eyes were made brighter by tears. The splendour of the forest meant nothing to her. She couldn't see the extraordinary woodland creatures that went about their business as though she wasn't there. She couldn't smell the heavenly fragrance of the trees and other plants. She couldn't hear the tinkling of silver water as it danced over smooth, polished stones. All she could see was his face. It swam before her eyes. The face of the one man she truly loved. All she could smell was the somehow masculine scent he always had. All she could hear was his voice. That smooth tenor voice, which had been the sound she longed to hear more than anything. She remembered the time he'd first told her he loved her, when he asked her to marry him, his unquestioning agreement when she asked for their wedding to be put off. He had been with her for her entire life. They had played together as children, trained in fighting and piloting together, gone on missions together. They were inseparable. Now he was gone. All she could taste was her own bitterness. The pain was heart-rending. Made more so by the fact that it was her fault. If she hadn't put off the wedding they would've been on Coruscant and he wouldn't have died. She could still feel the searing heat and hear his last agonised scream as the immense super-weapon was blasted into oblivion.