There was no denying that Amea was disappointed to see Yula go. Made sense though, had her brother been here she would have done the same though she suspected for different reasons. The people around the table began to split off and go in separate directions and Amea saw no reason not to do the same. Could have followed Yula and pointed towards her sister who had ducked out of view, or Kat who already seemed to have found the girl. But no, instead she maintained the grip around her drink, swept it, and made for the bar again. Amea glanced around the room and for a split second she could have sworn that she saw [member="Rekha Kaarde"].
Just like that there was pain in her heart, a small pang of cold that was hard to describe as anything other than a bigger piece of her own self getting violently torn away and torn apart before her very eyes. At the time she had ignored it, but with time it had become all so clear what had truly happened that day. Her brother, foolish as he was, died that day and in many ways so had she. Perhaps it was more apt to say that he had come close to it whereas in many ways she had not. Yet, in his death the girl found only the first of two endings. No more than twenty minutes would pass before a message was delivered to her holopad. It was a short message, a simple message with three words in it, words that in their gleam against the girl’s pale skin and blonde hair would drown out the darkness of Bespin’s unused maintenance tunnels before they made it go even darker, unbearable, before the force would grasp at the girl's throat with a chokehold that let her experience and truly taste every second of pure devastation as the person that she had thought to be the love of her life was slowly suffocated to death above the world of Anoat. The words I, love, and you had never felt as final as they did that day and in many ways it was perhaps even prophetic. It was the beginning of the end.
The bartender approached Amea but she seemed to be far gone from any reality they'd have shared. Instead she pushed from the counter and began to rub her eyebrows.
“Listen, the kid has split. I’m going to find him, can’t have him doing something ridiculous, like getting hurt.” Rekha’s voice echoed, right in front of her yet from all directions at once. “If you’re coming, great. If not, I’ll meet you both for drinks sometime.”
There had never been a time when she had cashed in on that drink. Bespin had remained on the girl’s no-go list for what seemed to her as all the right reasons. Had her captain not needed to refuel and undergo repairs, had she not come here, then maybe Amea would have been fine. But she was far from fine, and at this point there was no point in sticking around. She had a date with the biggest bottle she could find at the liquor store and after that the bunk on her ship. Alone.
There was no chance of creating better memories in a place such as this. It was a cursed platform hovering above the gaseous mist of a crooked world that took more than it would ever give back.
