Dark spots were created as her tears hit the brown rock's smooth surface. Then the rain started. It was drizzling, creating a shimmering mist around her. She thought she heard someone call her name. Slowly she picked her head up and looked around. No one was there. She heard the whisper again. She sat up and turned. He was there!
Standing against a tree, was Han Solo. She lifted herself off of the rock and stared. His image slowly faded into the rain. "No Han! Don't go. I need you," she whispered after him.
"Listen to the rain," the whisper came again. "It has a story to tell."
She looked around wildly, no one was there. Then she closed her eyes and listened.
Slow down and listen
You precious little child
We have a story to tell
Each drop its own line
Remember when you were broken
Scared and all alone
Who was there to comfort you?
Whom you made your home
Slow down enough to see
The treasure's life can bring
You don't know what you have
Before it's stripped away
Love was all around you
Only you could not see
Love was all around you
It was stripped away
And turned your world upside down
That night, she woke to the thunder and sat in her bed, listening to the rain again. Did she know he loved her then, did she know she loved him then? No, she hadn't. She took him for granted; she took his staying for granted. They were in the middle of a war; she didn't have time for love, not then, not now. But now she realized that she needed him. The rain's story was right; she didn't know what she had had right in front of her. She needed him, she loved him. He could not be gone. How could he?
The wind blew cold through the cracks in the wood. The Alliance had not been able to afford much in the way of shelter this time around. Not without him running supply runs for them. They needed him, she needed him. But it had been a year since he had disappeared on the battle front. She pulled the animal skin blanket tighter around her, wishing for warmth. The Alliance was running out; running out of supplies, running out of money, running out of men. Running out of time. They couldn't survive long.
It was raining again. She heard the thunder rolling in the not so far off distance. The door flew open as the lightening lit up the sky. He was silhouetted against the trees surrounding the cabins. When the fear leaked away from her face, he took a step closer. The lightening cracked again and she could see his features. Her breath caught in her throat. Han.
He sat on the edge of her bad as she watched him. He bent over and pulled off his boots. He unbuckled his low slung holster and his belt, laying them gingerly on the ground. He pulled his jacket off and laid on his side beside her.
"So, did you get my note?"
A/N: I came up with another chapter, so there will be one, unless everyone wants me to leave the end here.