It was rather an odd place to have one's ashes scattered or to even request such, but Jaina understood. As their daughter, she had spent her whole life watching her parents, how in love they were, how they had always cared so deeply for one another's needs. Jaina Solo smiled at the thought of all those loving memories, at all the joyous moments her parents had shared together. She swore to keep those memories alive as she opened her mother's urn and poured the contents into her father's. She closed her father's again and shook the combined ashes, mixed them and poured them along the wall of the maintenance bay.
Then, with a small pocket knife, she scratched words into the wall above the ashes. I love you. I know.
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Star Wars: A Long Drabble Ago
FanfictionI thought I'd try my hand at one-shots, so here is my own book of them! Mostly Han/Leia and EU-based. Feel free to recommend a moment to drabble. I may or may not use it.
