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Obi-Wan strode in the direction of Noor's quarters a few hours early. He had awoken feeling her absence in his arms. He knew better than to intrude on her sacrosanct sleep but if he paced for another hour in his room, he would definitely go crazy. Steeling himself for the heartfelt telling off he was going to go through, he composed the code and walked in the dark room.
Even before his eyes were accustomed to the obscurity, he knew. He had known all along that he would sense that taste of dust in his mouth, that imprecise ache in his chest which would never completely go.
He had known all along that he would find her room empty that day.
He mechanically activated the shade command with the Force and grabbed the notepad she had left on the desk as a neutral light flowed through the window. He tore off the page where ran the stretched lines and curls of her elegant handwriting and the pain inside grew.
KEEP LISTENNING.
Two words.
He lowered the note and absently let go of it.
Gone.
"Noor," he pleaded aloud in the deserted room.
The paper fluttered noiselessly to the ground.
He closed his eyes and clenched his empty hands.
"Noor."
-And slowly, he found the way back to Caesarea.
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Obi-Wan strode in the direction of Noor's quarters a few hours early. He had awoken feeling her absence in his arms. He knew better than to intrude on her sacrosanct sleep but if he paced for another hour in his room, he would definitely go crazy. Steeling himself for the heartfelt telling off he was going to go through, he composed the code and walked in the dark room.
Even before his eyes were accustomed to the obscurity, he knew. He had known all along that he would sense that taste of dust in his mouth, that imprecise ache in his chest which would never completely go.
He had known all along that he would find her room empty that day.
He mechanically activated the shade command with the Force and grabbed the notepad she had left on the desk as a neutral light flowed through the window. He tore off the page where ran the stretched lines and curls of her elegant handwriting and the pain inside grew.
KEEP LISTENNING.
Two words.
He lowered the note and absently let go of it.
Gone.
"Noor," he pleaded aloud in the deserted room.
The paper fluttered noiselessly to the ground.
He closed his eyes and clenched his empty hands.
"Noor."
-And slowly, he found the way back to Caesarea.
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