AN: As some of you are aware of already, my family is attempting to deal with the sudden, tragic loss of my step-brother. Taken far too young at the horribly young age of 23. My work for the next while will be slow in coming and I am sorry for that. Trying to wrap my head around anything these days is difficult. That being said, I scribbled this down earlier today.
She said nothing.
There was nothing too say.
He wasn't alright. How could he be?
She wasn't either. Would never truly be again.
A part of them was gone now. Significant and agonizing.
It had ripped through them. Splintering. Choking.
Tears fell. Slowly. Impossibly small to house the grief they shed.
Han's hands curled; angry. A shudder fluttered through her at the sight.
His name lodged in her heart. He was gone.
Anakin.