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She sees him. Sometimes in her dreams. Sometimes in her waking life. He tries to visit her as often as he can. The Force is a very lacy liar thing.
They still talk.
They share things about themselves. After all they had been through together, they had to. They share small things. Favorite foods, what hobbies they had (or rather wished they had) amongst other things.
Sometimes she’ll tell a joke. She laughs. He smiles.
His smile.
She remembers it. She sees it very rarely. In her dreams she can still feel herself holding him. Seeing him smile before fading.
She wakes up shaking. Sad. Tearful of what could have been.
She missed him.
Even though he’s still there. But not really.
Sometimes. Sometimes she can feel him holding her while she’s sleeping. She swears he’s right there. She hopes he’ll be right there when she wakes. He isn’t.
One day, she tells herself. She will be with him again. One day, she will be able to hold him again. Smile with him again. Kiss him again.
One day.