Behind the man in white, stepping out of the smoke, came a bloody and limping Cassian Andor. He looked like a man who’d fallen twelve stories and clawed his way back to the top. He looked as beautiful as anyone Jyn had ever known.
I feel nothing and everything at the same time. My mood swings become worse each day. I miss a lot of people but at the same time, I’m relieved they don’t want to meet me. Although it hurts which is contradictory. I wish I could touch the people I like and love more often. Hug them, stroke them, kiss them, hold hands with them, cuddle with them. My heart hurts from all this lack of love and at the same time overflow of love. My whole being is one fucking paradox.