Waiting

crazy-fruit:

There wasn’t
much that she hated more.

Waiting.

She had waited for her parents to open the lock of the cave. For the lantern to
turn on again.

She had waited for Saw, her fingers tightly wrapped around the blaster he had
given her.

Right now,
she was balling her fist and reopening it, over and over. Waiting for the
U-Wing to break through atmo.

The arrival
of the night had cooled down the thick air around the temples and Jyn was shivering.
Probably because her hair was still slightly wet from the shower.

Her muscles
ached from the training today. And from the past days. Because for the last six
weeks Jyn had joined the sparring almost every day. Pushing herself to the
limit. Pushing the thoughts, the fear away.

Her muscled ached, just like her heart did. She unclenched her first and dared
to look up to the stars. Dared to hope.

There.

Far in the
distance. The familiar lights of an U-Wing engine.

The wait
was over.

He would be home.