Learning to Let Go
By: Megan Ribar

category Between the Trilogies
keywords Bria, Han
spoilers A.C. Crispin's The Paradise Snare
rating G
description A very very short story from Bria Tharen's point of view
disclaimers None of these characters belong to me, and I am not trying to make any money off of them.
Author's Note: Feel free to E-mail me with any comments, questions, or suggestions, and just to warn you this is my first attempt at a real fan fiction.

Tears spilled down my face as I tucked the small piece of flimsy into Han Solo's jacket pocket. Along with the flimsy was a handful of credit vouchers from my father. I had called him over the holo-comm and tearfully requested money for the poor Corellian smuggler I was about to leave.

Ironic that the only man I had ever loved, I had to leave. That beautiful day on Togoria, the day Han took me to the beach, he told me about his life-long goal, to become an Imperial Navy pilot, because as he said, "People look up to an Imperial officer." My heart broke for him then. The way he sounded, so sincere and determined, when he said those words, proved to me that this dream meant the universe to him, and that I would only stand in the way.

Then last night, he was about to give up that dream, for me. I saw in his eyes how hurt he was, that all his eager hopefulness was lost. He told me that his future as an Imperial officer didn't matter, that we were his new future. He told me that we could get married too. But my place wasn't with him.

I knew we would both be much happier by ourselves in the end, but this was so hard! I guess giving each other up was the price we had to pay for our happiness.

With the credits my father gave us, Han could join the Navy, and with my share, I could get off of Coruscant and beat my addiction to the Exultation, and eventually reach my own goal, to free the slaves on Ylesia.

I forced myself to move towards the door of the hotel room, but I had to stop. I glanced one last time at Han's sleeping figure, but the tears in my eyes distorted his image. I turned away, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in my heart.

I sneaked quietly out of the dingy hotel into the cold Coruscant night. I traveled quickly down the winding passages and alley ways, not eager to discover what the darkness may have held. I came upon a turbo-lift, and after pressing a few buttons, I was being yanked to the surface of the planet.

Several times, I found my hands on the controls of the turbo-lift, tempted to press the down button that would send me back to Han. But when I reached Coruscant's surface, I knew it was never meant to be.

Trembling, I bought myself a pass for the next transport to Corellia. "Good-bye, Han," I whispered. Maybe someday, out of the skies of so many worlds, we'll find each other again. But I guess part of learning to love is learning to let go.

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