jaygoode1

The moment wouldn't leave her head. Over and over it played, the pain, shock, and sadness from her husband and the triumph – the triumph from her son. The very last moment when Han's life strand in the Force flickered, followed by nothing. He was simply gone. She had been sitting on her bunk for maybe an hour, trying to cry. Blinking, squeezing her eyelids, trying in vain to produce a tear for her dead husband, but nothing would come. It was as if her ability to cry had died with Han. A knock on the door only caused her to slightly look up. She swallowed, breathing several times, clasping her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking