this is me begging you to go back to rule maker rule breaker like i am fully crying in bed rn you are so talented
Thank you for reading! I do still take my swings at that story every now and then, in my free time when Iâm not being crushed by Life.
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You smiled at him. Youâd practiced.
Youâd die before admitting it, but youâd practiced smiling for him since he'd left. People often commented on your smileâat best, theyâd say that it was mischievous; at worst, evil. Thatâs not how you wanted to smile at him once he came back, but youâd never learned any other way.
You wanted to give him a smile that said: Welcome home.
It was the smile youâd practiced daily in front of the fresher mirror. It was the warm, timid smile you brandished right now. You hoped he could see it in the low light. You hoped it made him feel warm, like sinking into a hot bath or eating a freshly cooked meal. Likeâwell. Like coming home. Thatâs what this was all about. Making him feel at home.
He sighed and stepped off the stool. âSorry. Could IâŠ?â He looked around your cramped loft. It was funny, how he could seem so lost in such a small space. âIâm exhausted. Could I lay down somewhere?â
âOh, Iâof course. Sorry, I shouldâve realized. Of course.â You grabbed his hand and guided him the staggering three steps toward your bed. Your new bed. Youâd splurged on the largest, fluffiest mattress youâd been able to afford. It took up half the space of your apartment and those piece of shit Jawas had priced it like Senator Amidala herself had perished upon that thread count, but it was worth it.
For him, it was worth it.
He lay down. You lay next, facing him. He didnât take off the helmet, and you wondered how dark it would have to get before he felt safe enough to do it. You ached to kiss him. Instead, he kept toying with something between his fingers, rolling it. You reached for his hand and found that metal ball the kid used to play with. You grabbed it and dropped it on the nightstand next to the bed.
âI canât believe youâre back,â you whispered. âI canât believe we can finally⊠begin.â
âBegin what?â he murmured.
You laughed. âWell. Our lives.â
He didnât reply for a long moment. You assumed heâd fallen asleep. But, just in case he hadnât, just in case he was still staring at you, you held the smile youâd practiced for him.
You held it until your face hurt.













