Author's note: Sorry I haven't been around for a while, but who checks the author's names, anyway? Actually, I have been dragged through hell trying to be able to actually do anything on fanfiction.net. I will finish my Jaina and Luke story soon, too. Thank you for your patience.
Luke flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. It had been a long day. Somehow, he couldn't quite remember any of it through the haze in his mind. A haze of sadness. It welled up inside of him, and he crawled under the covers and pulled them over his head, like he would do when he was little. Life was so simple back then! His only worries were chores and homework, and if something really bad happened, there was alwayts his aunt. Aunt Beru. He could remember her scent. Her touch, her hug. If only someone, anyone could take him n their arms, hug him, tell him everything would be fine! But he was all alone. The pain and anguish welled up again, but try as he might, he couldn't keep it down.
"Calista," he sobbed into the pillow. The tears were starting to flow now. He hugged the pillow and cried it out, no longer caring if someone heard him. The sobs came up from the very core of his being and were choked out painfully, pushing away misery. He couldn't help them. They flowed, loudly, like bellows. He was crying, sobbing, as his soul was slowly ripped apart, and thrown against the floor.
He slowly sat up and stared out the window, seeing the stars, the stars he'd looked at all his life, dreaming and hoping. Remembering the nights he'd taken her out for an early walk, through the great Massasi trees, and then making love to her, soft and sweet, while the birds sang the morning in.
He flopped back down on the bed and sobbed again and again, wondering how he could continue.
There was no more hope. Why bother? The pain that filled his soul took over and he felt more hopeless than ever before.
