Mara woke up and looked around her room quickly. Her hand still under her pillow and wrapped around the hitl of her lightsaber. She blinked her emeralde green eyes and sighed. "Jut a dream Jade, get a grip." She sat up and brushed back the mass of redish-gold hair that had come undone from the hairtie that she'd worn to sleep. She climbed out of bed and walked across the room in just a tank top and a pair of shorts. She walked into the fresher, splashing water on her face she looked at herself in the mirror. "It's far to soon for this." She said to her reflection. She looked back out into the bedroom and sighed again. He wasn't there anymore. But then again that was usual between the two of them. If they staied at her place he'd leave first. If they were at his, she'd run off right after he'd fallen alseep. When would they have a "normal" relationship? She shook her head.
"You're not supposed to be with him at all you fool." She said as she walked back to the bed and sat back down. "You should have killed him by now." She sighed it had been a long time since she'd thought like that. A long time since the urge to kill Skywalker had tried to take over her and drive her almost to the point of insanity. Lowering her head she covered her face with her hands and fought back the tears that threatend to break free. She would nt cry, not now, not over this. She was stronger than that. Wasn't she? To tell the truth she wasn't sure anymore. She looked at the ring on her finger again and smiled. Then turning she laied back down on the bed and pulled the sheets up to her chin and went back to sleep. She'd dweal on everything again in the morning. riht now she shut her eyes and dreamt of her and him dancing somewhere far away from all the fighting and the pain. Somewhere where they were both free. She smiled softly in her sleep, maybe tomorrow will be a good day after all.