16. Luke Skywalker (2)
I won't believe it. I refuse to believe it. He was lying. I don't know why, but he was lying to me. My father is dead by his hand. He is a Sith Lord, and he cannot be trusted.
And yet... why does my every instinct tell me to believe him? Why, when I was near dead with pain, was it so easy to believe that he is my father? Why, even now, do I find it so much easier to believe him?
Why, Ben, did you lie to me?
First of all, I am dreadfully sorry that I seemed to just fall off the face of the planet without so much as an explanation. I owe you at least that. So here's what's going on:
I'm home from school for the summer. That means that my only internet access is on an old computer that tries to use dial-up and succeeds only about half the time. And even then, it's painfully slow. Gettting on the internet is like pulling teeth, and I absolutely despise doing it. Also, I'm working full time in addition to taking a summer class, which means that my free time is somewhere in the vicinity of nothing. On the rare occasions that I do get online (I try to force myself to do it about once a week, but that's not a sure thing, either), the most I can usually get done before I give up in despair is to check my email. I haven't been on this site in ages, except to read a couple of stories that I've been following since they started and that have sucked me in like a couple of black holes. I should have posted something long before this to explain what was going on, but... I didn't. No excuse except what's already been said. I'm sorry.
And I think that author's note was longer than the actual fic! That's not really a good thing, is it? Oh, well--at least you know the truth now. I still write the drabbles, and when I get the chance I promise I'll post them. What I can't promise you is any sort of regularity or frequency in my posts until mid-August, at the earliest.
Thanks so much to all of you who have stuck with me this far. Your reviews mean so much to me!
Jaya