* As she cries *



They pulled away from one another trying to grasp for breath. Again Kyp stared into the honey cinnamon eyes of Jaina Solo and a pang filled his heart. She had forgiven him, but what he was about to say was something beyond healing and kisses. "Jaina…" he began.

"Yes," she answered taking her hand stroking back his jet black hair behind his ears. She was still in awe of their first true kiss.

Taking his left hand he grasped the hand touching his hair and pressed it up against his cheek, kissing the middle of her palm kindly as a lone tear trailed down his face. How could he dare to break her heart again?

"Kyp?" Jaina whispered worriedly.

"Jaina, Anakin died trying to save you." Her hand fell lifeless in his. He could see the blood drain from her face as if her entire body screamed to be shut down at the revelation. For the first time in a while, he felt her shut down her Force shields she had created and stretched out to find her younger brother but found an empty void. It was her turn to cry.

And she did.