What if it was all over?
What if the order 66 never happened- the Republic had won the battle- the galaxy was safe finally. Of course, you would only be finding out when someone screamed on the top of their lungs in the bar that it was finally over.
You were standing in your kitchen, washing any dishes you dirtied from dinner. This was how it was usually- dinner alone every night and occasionally you would have it with him.
Yes, him.
He was the one who rarely had the time since of course…he was a solider- like he would say, ‘It’s his duty to put the republic before anything else.’
Rough. That’s what it felt like.
But when shore leave would come around for him, he would be making a beeline to your home. He would knock and then spend his time holding you…caring for you…loving you.
He said he didn’t want to form attachments because the war’s were dangerous and there’s always a chance he doesn’t make it. The other excuse was it was against their protocol to have families or to even be seeing anyone- but something always drew him back to that very door.
It’s almost a week already since the news that the war was won. Yet, he never returned.
What is something happened to him?
What if he was just using you to take his stress out?
What if-
What if-
Your thoughts raced and your heart felt like it was slowly breaking as it ached at the terrible thoughts. You held onto the counter as support letting your caf become cold and watered down.
The kitchen was dark and cold.
You felt used…alone…conflicted…hurt.
You didn’t hear the door open or close since you were locked into your thoughts- you had a small tears rolling down your cheeks as you were looking down at the counter.
With your back being exposed from the shirt you wore- you suddenly felt a warm hand tracing from your shoulder blades to your shoulder.
Another hand was gently placed onto your hip.
What knocked you out of your thoughts was the lips that pressed against your shoulder blade to the other side of your exposed neck.
It was him.
Wolffe.
You felt your muscles relax under his warm touch to your cold goosebump skin. His voice was raspy, tired, low.
“Cyar'ika, I’m home.”
You turned around to look up to him scanning his face for any hint of if this was your imagination or if it was real.
You reached your hand upwards towards his face placing it onto his cheek, his eyes went from love to worry at the sight of you crying.
“You’re…really here.” You whispered in disbelief.
“I…you…” You stuttered over your words being but off completely with Wolffe dragging you towards his body to hold you.
“I’m here cyar'ika,” He spoke laying his head on top of yours, time finally seemed to be going slow. “And I’m not leaving you again…I’m here.”
“It’s all over…I’m not leaving you.” He whispered holding you closer.
You closed your eyes taking in his scent, he wasn’t wearing his top armor over his blacks. His body was warm.
You melted into his grasp listening to his heartbeat.
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