𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱 || 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟓: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ●

Not me, who's counting?

The only thing I'm counting it's the stars in the sky, trying to calculate how far away he would be right now.

Counting the seconds I would see him again.

Counting the beats my heart skipped whenever he would contact me.

Turning around, I saw Obi-Wan crying to the end credits of the movie we were watching; he was completely crushed.I knew he had to serve as a lesson; Love was serving yourself up on a silver platter to someone else, the most vulnerable someone is ever going to see you.

Love was for the fighters.But I was unsure of wanting to take on that fight.

There was so much more to lose.

Pulling me out of my philosophical bubble, my commlink beeped and a smile dropped from my lips when I saw the name on the notification.

"Shitwalker: You up?"

"Shitwalker: Can't sleep and thinking of you is not helping."

I chuckled at the device and looked around with tainted cheeks.

Princess:

Wait, I'm gonna go to my room, Obi-Wan can't stop sobbing.

Shitwalker:

Are you two watching "The Notebook"?

Princess:

Yeah, how do you know?

Shitwalker:

There were only two options for a sobbing Obi-Wan: that or Titanic.

Princess:

Oh, we haven't seen that one. The last mission got in the way of our marathon. We're halfway done with our rom-com list though.

Shitwalker:

I cannot believe that while you two are sitting on a couch and eating popcorn, Qui-Gon and I are busting our asses here in Arbra.

Princess:

It's not our fault that we work faster than you.

Shitwalker:

Don't twist things, sweetheart. We work as hard as you, but you get the easy planets.

Princess:

Obi-Wan was deployed last week to help you guys out, Whineakin, meanwhile I was the one busting my ass on the Outer Rim.

When I entered my room, I made sure to lock it properly. I put my phone momentarily on my nightstand as I change into something more comfortable than my suit. The device vibrated on the wooden table.

Shitwalker:

We are going to get to your ass later, but talking about that, how was your solo mission? I think you were out for like two weeks.

I threw myself in the bed, falling into my soft and mushy pillows. My head hung from the sides of it, my fingers gently scratching my scalp.

Princess:

Meh, it was alright. I don't know why Qui-Gon would send me to monitor places we already know are deserted, but I'll take it. At least I'm back home already.

Shitwalker:

Lucky you, the heat of this place is killing me.

Princess: