Death ends a life, not a relationship. Morrie Schwartz, Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom


The Night after…

Corellian Ambassador's residence, Coruscant

The guests were gone, the children and grandchildren were gone, and most importantly, he was gone.

Kiss me good night, not goodbye… Those had been Schurke's last words to her, and so she had, thinking that it would be so easy, come the morning, even though she knew he would no longer be there. Kiss me, good night

Kampher wandered around the empty apartment, absently setting things to rights. Perhaps, as much to 'rights' as she could. Schurke was gone, and as far as Kam was concerned, nothing in her life would ever be really right again.

A Jedi does not feel anger… the mantra rose to the fore-front of her thoughts even as she removed a glass from his chair that some inconsiderate soul had left on the arm. A Jedi does not know…

"Oh to the Seven Hells with what a Jedi knows not, feels not!" Kam cried out in exasperation, collapsing into her own accustomed chair across from his, her face in her hands, her voice fading into a whisper. "Schurke, I miss you so…"


She didn't know how long she sat there, and possibly, Kam had even dozed a little, but little by little, she felt a warmth begin to brush over her features – a familiar warmth.

"Hello, Schurke," Kam murmured, not opening her eyes. "If this is a dream, I don't want to wake just yet…"

"It's not a dream, Kam," Schurke replied, his voice soft and yet slightly distant. "I'm… I'm here."

"And if I open my eyes?"

"I'll still be here…"

She opened her eyes, and in the low light of evening, Schurke Canaille could have been sitting there, once again comfortably at ease in his chair. It was only the thought that he was so much younger, and so much less substantial, that belied this fact.

"Boo!" he said with a wry smile. "Hello my love…"

"You came back," Kam whispered softly. "Schurke, you came back to me…"

"I've never left," he corrected her gently, shaking his head. "Not yet, anyway…"

"You can't stay?" The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, for she already knew the answer.

"Not like this…" Schurke leaned forward, almost close enough to touch her. "You know that. It would be…. Cheating…"

The tears that she had put in a box in her heart at last began to fall freely. "I don't want you to go, Schurke," she sighed. "I need you!"

A ghostly finger went to brush away the tear, and pulled away as he realized that he couldn't. "I can't even touch you Kam," he sighed. "What good is that?"

"But I felt it!" Kampher countered, placing her hand where his fingers had been. "It feels so warm…

"I'll only be in the next room, so to speak, Kam…" Schurke murmured. "I just wanted one more chance to say – "

"I love you," Kam finished for him. "Just… I love you…"

Schurke nodded; already his spectral form was beginning to fade. "It's almost time, Kam…"

Kampher closed her eyes, and leaned back into her chair. "You'll wait for me?"

"Of course! I waited for you for all those years, after all… a few more won't kill me…"

Kampher smiled, despite herself. "Go on, you old Pirate," she sighed. "But one more thing before you go?"

If Kam had opened her eyes, she would have only seen the barest outline of her beloved husband, who looked anxious. "Only if I can…" he whispered.

With out opening her eyes, Kam replied softly. "Kiss me, goodnight."


"True love stories never have endings"

Richard Bach