Han Solo

She trembles in his arms; shaking like the leaves on a Manax tree during a violent storm. He takes to drawing the young woman close to him.

Han feels her heart beating so hard, that it scares him.

“I need it.” She nearly chokes on her tears while trying to force out her admission. “I can’t …”

Solo’s hands smooth over the red waves of her hair and he murmurs every comfort in her ear that he can think to say.

She has a longing for the chemicals they hooked her on … and there’s little that can help apart from time.