Heroes Never Truly Die
Sometimes you have to wonder exactly what happens when a hero dies.
Does the whole world stop for a split second that seems like an eternity?
Or does the world go on as normal?
For some, the people who loved the hero in question, and the people who were there to witness it, I imagine that those last few moments would be burned into your memory. Replay endlessly, as if it was on loop.
A hero died today, and for me, and the other officers fighting there, the galaxy stopped.
Oh, I kept breathing, and I kept fighting, my finger still depressed my blaster trigger.
This hero was… a galactic anomaly. Tumultuous and unruly, but at the same time, absolutely perfect.
Jumping into the path of a colossal monster and, as the massive claws slashed across her chest, aiming her only defence and letting the beast have it right between the eyes?
I've heard people say it was the action of a suicidal maniac, but I saw it. I saw it, and it was brave beyond imagining.
Her weapon was still in her hand as the beast collapsed, dead instantly.
Several comrades screamed in her direction, terror etched into their faces.
Life left her body and she fell silently to the ground. Soft, white puffs of snow rose up in a whirl above her body. Her dark eyes, swirled with gold, were wide open, and she was still.
When she died, my world shattered into tiny pieces.
But when heroes die, the fact is, the galaxy keeps moving.
'She's in a better place,' they say.
How can she be in a better place when I am not there with her?
How can I live when emerald will not meet with golden brown ever again?
How can it be better when pilot cannot try in vain to watch over Jedi?
It will not be better until I am with her once again.
She's not truly gone, because until I draw my last breath, she lives on in my heart.