Alright, so this is my first chapter posted from my phone and I can't figure out how to do line breaks. Great start.

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I looked wildly around the room, searching for a weapon of some sort as my opponent closed in on me, and I knew they would be here soon so I had to find some sort of weapon, but all my fingers closed around were-

Bedsheets.

I was on Lothal.

Cold sweat ran down my face, followed by a traitorous tear. Ezra sat up next to me, putting one arm around me and staying there.

Tears began to stream down my face. My chest began to heave, wracked with sobbing.

"Ssh, ssh ssh," Ezra said quietly, swiping at my tears slowly. I pushed myself up against his chest, finding the solid contact therapeutic. Ezra held me a bit tighter. I reveled at the contact, but at the same time it made me cry harder. Ezra said nothing as I poured out my pain, instead just keeping me close to him, letting me cry.

After a while, I regained some of my composure. Ezra quietly asked me, "Nightmare?"

"Y-yeah…" I said shakily. "I don't remember anything about it, just the…"

My voice failed me. Naturally, Ezra filled in the blank. "The panic."

I nodded.

"And… the pain," Ezra said, after a small wait.

"You… know? Do you know what my nightmares are about?" I asked. Ezra shook his head.

"It's… It's…" I took a shaky breath. "It's that night at the fuel pod. But it's not always Kanan that dies… sometimes, it's…"

"Sometimes it's me?" Ezra guessed. I nodded, tears forming in my eyes once more. Ezra now knew my most secret demon, my kyukyoku akuma. I remembered my dream.

"We… were standing on the fuel pod, in the dream, and I'm in prison clothes, remember what Hera was wearing? That's what I'm wearing. And you're looking at me, and the first thing I notice is your eyes and how pretty they are an I realize I'm in love with you. Totally in love with you. Like, hopelessly in love with you, and as soon as the mission is over, I want to kiss you and marry you and have a family with you, but then I see the AT-AT in the background and I realize we have to get going, and I pull you towards the shuttle, but before I do that I kiss you, and it feels so good and right and perfect and you just return it and I feel like I just want to stay in the moment forever. But we have to get going. But then, I see the AT-AT fire, and the fuel pod ignites and you shove me towards the shuttle and my throat is hoarse from screaming and you're holding back the flames with the Force and I want to run to you and save you but Kanan is holding me back and… you look at me and I can see how much you love me and it's infinite, but you die in the-" I stumbled over my words. My voice dropped to a whisper and tears began to pour down my face. "Y-you die, Ezra, in the flames. Like Kanan."

"Cyar'ika…" Ezra said, pulling me close. "Kanan being gone… does it still hurt?"

"Yeah, blueberry. It… it really hurts. I don't think it will ever stop, Ez, and I'm… I'm scared."

"It won't go away, cyar'ika. But it will dampen over time; it will become something you can move past. I've never stopped feeling the pain of losing my parents, cyar'ika, but I've moved past it. It's the same with Kanan. You'll never stop missing him, but you'll be able to move past it… eventually."

"What… how will… how can I tell?" I asked roughly, trying not to cry again.

Ezra stayed silent as he thought. "When… when you wake up and realize that you don't resent the sun for rising."

I nodded slowly. "You know…. I've cried more about the fuel pod and losing you than I have over…. anything else. Ever."

"I only got over Kanan's death with a lot of meditation, actually. I… I had a lot of time for it, waiting for you."

"I distracted myself," I said. "I penned it in and… it's destroying me, blueberry, even now."

Ezra just squeezed me tighter. I grabbed his chest and began to cry again. He ran a single hand through my hair, which messed it up royally but was oddly comforting. I pushed myself into his chest again, hugging my arms around him.

"Cyar'ika, I need you to… to drop your shield."

I complied, and instantly I felt more at peace, more… what's the word? More attuned, more… whole. "What are you… what are you doing, Ez?"

"I'm… it's complicated. I'm kinda taking your regret and giving it to the Force. It's like… it's something I do in meditation, but I'm doing it to you instead of myself. Does that make sense?"

"Umm… kind of?" I said, not understanding one of the infinite mysteries of the universe.

"Okay, basically, I'm going into your mind, taking your doubt, regrets, worries, grief, and such, and giving it to the Force. I can't completely remove it without severely damaging your mind, so I'm just…. I'm mellowing it out. Am I… do you not want me to do it?"

"No!" I said, way too loudly for the occasion. "Just… no."

I let my shield drop entirely, allowing Ezra to direct the Force through my mind. Quietly, Ezra ran a hand through my hair, which I was letting grow long. The light streaks of blue and purple tangled in between the tan of his hands, soothing my shattered nerves. I sighed contentedly as the Force flowed through my mind like a river of reassurance and peace, smoothing over my rough fears and my coarse doubts.

Eventually, Ezra began to untangle himself from me. I shook my head. "Please… stay? Just a little longer?"

Ez laughed softly. "You mean stay for the rest of the night? Sure."

I don't remember falling asleep. I do remember that when I woke up, we were in the same position with the blanket wrapped around us. The sun was rising ever so slowly over the horizon. Ezra woke up and looked at me, his face morphing from serene into smiling from just looking at me and my probably messed up hair.

"You look crazy."

"You are crazy."

"Aww, my feelings have been hurt."

"Hey, anyone who goes trapezing off with space-whales for seven years to get their girlfriend to fall in love with them is certifiably crazy in my book."

"So I'm a crazy, love-driven Jedi?"

"Yeah. But you're my crazy, love-driven Jedi."

"And probably the first Jedi to…"

"Go and run around in Wild Space for five years before crashing your personal Star Destroyer onto a Rebellion safeworld and then waiting for your girlfriend to come and find you?"

"I was going to say have a Mandalorian girlfriend, but that works too."

It was quiet for a while again. I untangled myself from Ezra's arms, which provoked a rueful laugh from him for some reason. I changed my clothes and tugged on some black loose-fitting workout pants and a grey t-shirt. "I'm gonna go running. Care to come with?"

"Sure," Ezra said, slipping on a pair of jeans and a orange tee.

I looked him over, relishing the sight. Not only was Ezra able to make my fears vanish and knew exactly what I needed when I needed it, but he was also hot as haran.

I pushed him onto the bed. "You know what, I think this would be a bit more fun than a run."