"Leia, don't do this. I know you don't wanna marry him."
"Han, I can't not go through with this. The Alliance needs me, my people need a new home."
"Do you think they'll just take any culture you give them, a culture that was so radically different to their own?"
"I don't know but they'll have to get used to it. Han, I'm sorry. We both knew that this wasn't going to last very long."
"How could you say that? After all we've been for you, after all that we've done for each other?"
"Han, I think you should leave."
"Look me in the eye and tell him that one don't love me."
Leia takes a step closer, staring straight into his soul.
"I don't love you."
Han breaks; is smashed like glass and is left as a pile of sand at Leia's feet.
Han wakes up, drenched in his own sweat, his breathing rigid and uneven. He sits up, is about to walk to the bathroom when Leia's arms wrapped around his bare chest, stopping him.
"I was just going to-" He start to make an excuse but Leia stops him.
"No, stay here." She whispers, kissing his cheek and neck, rocking him into a more relaxed state. She knows that his dream involved her but she didn't want to ask him about it.
They sat there together, enjoying each other's warmth and love. "I love you, sweetheart." She whispers in his ear.
"Hey, Han?"
"Yeah?"
"When all of this had blown over, do you wanna take a vacation?"
He turns around to face her. "A vacation?"
"Yeah. I think that we could do with some time away from the Alliance. Just us."
"That sounds like an awesome idea. Where do you fancy going?"
"I don't mind, as long as you're there with me."
They kiss, their relationship rekindled forever.