It's Raining on Prom Night
It was raining again. Not that he cared. It was just that it was the only sound that registered to him these days.
It was ironic really. He could drown out Coruscant's continues traffic. He could drown out the loud couple next door. Hell, he could even drown out his commanding officer during mission briefings. But he couldn't drone out the rain.
Maybe it was because he reminded of her. A woman, who was torn by inner conflict, yet was resilient, strong, and stubborn despite it all. A woman who had turbulent eyes and an even more turbulent soul.
He had met her at a crossroad. In both his and in her life. He had been on the edge, two steps away from the end of his career as a pilot. She had been in the process of being reborn, turning from all she had known and embracing what was right.
And he had loved her. He still loved her. He would continue to love her. He only hoped that he would someday be able to tell her so.