I told you I was aggressively writing fic
SO. This is. My first ever attempt at writing romance.
Yell at me if it’s terrible.
*sounds of rebellion echo in the distance as I fling this into JJ Abrams’ face*
(And hey, I actually gave it a title! shoutout to psi and hannah for giving me hella rad advice)
And Darlin’, You’ll Be Gone in the Morning
Ten minutes, forty five hours, and three standard weeks.
It is a strange thing that before this exact moment, she has never fully understood what “no light speed” means. The idea itself is ludicrous; something that may only happen to your sister’s boyfriend’s cousin’s father in a distant part of the galaxy and somehow involve Imperial spies.
“No light speed” does not happen to normal people.
That being said, they are anything but normal.
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