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fic edits ━━ Beautiful Ghosts  ━  Star Wars: ch. study / pandora 'dory' solo-cybele.

"Stop it. Stop being sorry." The words tear from her throat on a ragged breath. "We did this. We were foolish, you and I, to pretend it could be different. I am a monster, Doctor. I should never have pretended otherwise. And now I have made her into a monster, too."

“We will always have each other,” she swears, holding out her glass of champagne as if it is a sword, and this is some ancient oath. Except she would rather die than break her promises, and somehow these people wormed their way into her heart a year ago, and she would hate to lose a single one of them. “Always.”

It hurts less, here. She had not thought it would. She had thought the souls of her beautiful, dead friends would haunt her, in the shadow of the school where their bonds were forged. When she passes Honeydukes, she swears she can hear James and Marlene laughing; over there on the green, she, Lily and Alice had picnics in the summer. And if the child she adored grows into a boy who does not recognise her, well, at least she can find comfort in this: she is a flower, and her home has become a graveyard. This is where she belongs.

━━ insp.

“You and I, we’ve got unfinished business, baby.”

“Here’s to the girl I fell in love with before I knew what that was; to the girl who helped with Arithmancy homework in the common room at 2AM, to the girl who brought pastries to my room when I was sick, to the girl with the pale eyes and scarred heart who did the impossible ━ she loved me back.”

“If I ask Chewie to shit in your bed, Dameron, he’ll do it no questions asked.”