Rose tried to match their happiness smile for smile, basking in the genuine affection, but she couldn’t help but feel the hollowness underneath, underlined by her uncomfortable silence whenever she was asked the inevitable question: what was she going to do?
(She tried not to think about Finn. It still hurt.)
She felt it was time for her to rest and heal, even though she hadn’t the faintest clue how.
Already she could spot the empty buildings, the abandoned battle stations reminding her of the many people who had already left or who had died.
Rose still wasn’t sure what she thought of the ex Stormtrooper.
Rose had to tilt her head to look her in the eye, she was so tall.
















