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Written December 28. 2016
“Once upon a time,” she whispers into his neck, “there was a tiny house on the side of a hill on the tiniest moon in a system with no name.”
“Who lived there?” he asks, voice tight with pain
“We did. All of us together.”
“What did we do there?”
His body jerks a bit, out of his control in the way of dying men. She holds him tighter.
“We kept a garden. A beautiful garden; everything you could think of.”
“G-gaia berries?”
“Thousands of them, warm from the sun and sweeter than anything you’ve—”
“All of us?” he grits out, fingers digging into her back.
“Yes. All of us.”
“Jyn,” he gasps, and she can feel his heart stutter against her chest.
“We lived there forever.” She’s holding him up entirely now, and the horizon is sweeping toward them. “We lived there forever, and we never, ever left.”
He breathes harshly against her hair, maybe a word that she can’t make out, maybe just the last of the air in his lungs.
“Rest. Just rest, my dear one, we’ll be there by the time you wake up. I promise, we’ll be all—”