This will be the last oneshot, as I think I've already portrayed so much anger and sadness at this choice to kill Han off already. Hopefully I'll write more Han x Leia in the future, who knows, but at least I got to share this story with you guys who probably still feel the same as I do. One thing's for sure, as soon as TFA comes out I'll be vidding like crazy. I'm still in denial and I don't think I'll ever come out of it. Han and Leia will always live on happily to me and I don't think I will ever be able to accept and move on with the canonical truth. So here's to the couple that made it such a long way and will still remain the shipping favourite in the galaxy far, far, away.
The face of his son loomed at him, his dark wavy hair and tanned skin so reminiscent of his own. Han couldn't deny the worry and anxiety and frustration he felt as both a parent and a man as he stared into Ben's eyes, telling him to abandon such dark fantasies and join back united to his mother and father. Even when he had turned to the Dark Side, they loved him too much to let him go. His hand was outstretched, feeling the lightsaber slowly pass from his surrendering hands to his own and his heart felt relieved beyond compare. The look on his face was one of realisation and regret, one that melted his very heart and took him back to the days he had held such a small person in his arms. Han took in every part of his face, the giving up, the disappointment, the remorse and let down as he stood so still, so silent, in those threatening black robes of his. Upon taking the lightsaber he noticed his son's grip did not relinquish on the object, and he gave an encouraging look to his innocent child, still so young. Young enough to make those mistakes he had forgiven him for so completely already. That was the power of love. He was so consumed with his forgiveness and persuasion he didn't see the button being pressed by his child's fingers. Instantly the glow of a red lightsaber pierced his skin, red hot and blinding agonisingly, enflaming his skin so scorchingly his heart missed a beat. He felt like a volcano about to erupt, felt like he was going to burst into flames. He looked, astonished, down to his wound where the lightsaber was still cut clean through him, realising the extra side it had and almost choking on his own acidic breath. The pain was unbearable, but for all the wrong reasons. His son had killed him so mercilessly, so coldly, and yet his love didn't waver. It infected his veins, coursed through his blood, his eyes dilating with so much adoration he could see Ben looking almost uncomfortable at his devotional gaze. The saber was finally withdrawn and left a hole in his stomach, like the empty parts of his heart. Kylo - Ben, still stared eerily unremorsefully in the face of his patricidal crime, and into his fathers eyes that were uncannily like his own. Still so much love, so much sympathy...he reached out to stroke his sons face, truly forgiving him for this act, and all others. No matter what he did, he was pained to admit, he would always love him. His hand finally caressed his cheek one last time and he faded away. Falling, not just physically but mentally, and over the bridge was where he fell. His thoughts lead him to Leia, his sweet, beautiful Alderaanian princess. He loved her more than setting suns and shining stars, more than anything else in the galaxy, and he felt her, right where the hole in his chest was, falling with him. He felt her pain and sadness and told her with everything he had left to keep on going and keep staying strong. He told her not to worry, he told her he loved her and Ben more than anything. He told her he was sorry for failing to bring her son back home to her. He could hear Chewie's cries and he smiled up at the figures already so far away.
'I'll miss ya, buddy.' He whispered, and his limbs felt invaded with air, so lifeless already. His dying breath was ragged but bittersweet in every way; that last exhale of air carried the name of Leia Organa on the wind, and his eyes rolled up into his skull as he sunk into that welcoming abyss.