Unrequited Rust
by Claire


Its so depressing, looking at him. The smooth lines of his body, the way he dances through the air. I dont think Ive ever wanted anyone like this before. Hes so good looking, sleek in grey, the gentle curves of his sides drawing my gaze. I watch him, hidden in my little corner of the hangar, as he comes and goes on his journeys. Maybe one day he wont come back-- but so far-- he has. Id miss him if the unthinkable happened, but hed never miss me. Why should he even notice me? Hes less than half my age, for one thing. I could never keep up with him even if he did ever deign to notice me. And Ive seen how he is with his friends -- theyre always so close to each other. But I know its hopeless. Every day, hes out, seeing the world Im now cut off from, and Im stuck here on this miserable hangar, getting smaller every day. Hed never notice me. Never like me. I mean....

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What would a handsome Tie Fighter like him ever see in an old Headhunter, rusting away while they use me for parts?


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