Here is the extended version. The last line is in italics to help jog your memories just in case.
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He wouldn't have missed it for the galaxy.
"Yes, Jaina?" He couldn't hide the pain in his voice. The song had ended for them, never to be started, again. He would have to learn that, like he had been for the past seven years. He turned to look at her.
"You left," she whispered.
Hurt was plainly etched on her face. She took a few unsure steps towards him and the edge of the roof. In the background, the strains of the repeated song started up once more. A couple more steps and she was standing bare inches from him.
"I know."
As he watched her face become an impassive, cool mask again, he watched as she quietly listened to the song. After a few moments, she held out her hands. The corner of her mouth flicked up in the familiar lop-sided smile. "Dance?"
He obliged her, unfolding his long form from the roof's edge, and reaching out to tug her closer to him. As they gently swayed, he knew she belonged to another, and it was that other she should be with. Using her words from earlier, he whispered, "You left."
"I know," she responded, using his response. Her eyes looked up playfully at his but lost the gleam when she noticed his solemn expression.
"Why?" He ignored his foolish hope of a new dance. One that would be theirs, untainted by any bad memories.
"I realized that I didn't want to miss this dance," Jaina said. "I realized this is the dance I want, forever."
Without saying a word, he tugged her closer, still swaying to the music, his head buried into her hair. His lips curled into a smile. A new dance started.
The End.
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Oh, I don't own Star Wars. At all. It belongs to George Lucas. Lucky guy.