From the Inside

by fiesa

Quite the usual mess. Just of the internal sort. Jaina, Jag – two missiles on collision course. Take cover and prepare for impact. Fifty 100-word drabbles.

5. Rain

05 – Rain

There was no rain on Coruscant.

At least there had been no rain before the Yuuzhan Vong had terraformed the planet. It was strange, seeing the pink sky and the white clouds over the newly constructed skeletons of skyscrapers everywhere.

"I'll be back as fast as possible," Jag said and stepped behind her. She nodded without turning. Both of them knew as fast as possible could mean days, weeks and months all the same. His arms were warm and real around her waist.

There was no rain cloud in sight.

Jaina wished there was because she wouldn't be the one to shed tears.