This is Kit Fisto for World1000. I'm not sure how good this is because he was a lot harder to write than Anakin.
He had barely known her. Having only worked a few missions with her and rarely seeing her around the temple he knew little about Ahsoka. But there was one thing he knew. He knew of the sparks of joy that she had spread through the temple. Even when it was dreary she could always find something to be happy about.
She celebrated the life of each noble Jedi that died in the field, she didn't mourn the loss like some. Instead she remembered the good that they had done. What they had succeeded in and not how or why they had died. And when someone had died she was what many needed.
Now she was gone and it was strange. No longer could you hear the angry yells of masters as she dashed past and knocked them flying. You wouldn't see her avidly searching through the library and happy to help those who needed her. Even the younglings missed her.
Ahsoka had always been brave like the mission to Mon Calimari. She had protected peoples lives and when she stood accused of doing the opposite no one believed her. The lies weaves around her began to drain the happiness she flooded the temple with. Without her it was grey and dull. He missed her sparks.