Six months.
It had been six months since the old couple had led him and Hailee on a tour of their little makeshift settlement, six months since Hailee had lived with him in this Force-forsaken cottage, six months since their blow up fight, six months since she had left him on this empty, boring, depressing planet.
Not that Ronan was counting.
He had spent the days after Hailee left in a rage and then he had fallen into a depression that still hadn’t worn off even now. Most days he wandered the fields and jungle, avoiding the old couple except to get fuel and more food. They continued to be friendly, but he couldn’t handle their pity. It only reminded him that she was still gone, and wouldn’t be coming back.
Just when it had appeared to be getting better, it had gotten worse. So, so much worse. On a trip back to The Enigma for more supplies, Hailee had been looking at the transmitter in time to see a distress call. It had stirred her savior complex and she had stated that she must follow it. She would not listen to Ronan’s claims that it was a trap, that it would put her back in the hands of the Sith and the Jedi. After a screaming match that had felt much too familiar and much too painful, she had taken a ship the old couple had fixed up since Ronan wouldn’t let her take his. Since then, Ronan hadn’t been on his ship, for fear of awakening the memories that lay in wait.
His heart had been repeatedly broken, even before he had met Hailee, and after he had, she had only made it worse, despite her attempts to fix him. He used the pieces as weapons. Turn the pain into power. It was the only way to survive.
It was on one of these boring, endless days that Ronan found Hailee’s lightsaber. She had left with his, and his master’s saber was always hooked to his belt. The uncomfortable weight of the corrupt kyber crystal served as a constant reminder that he wasn’t all bad but he was bad enough to lose Hailee for the third time.
He picked up the hilt, turning it over in his hands. It felt remarkably like it had when he had held Hailee; warm and solid although a little questioning. He wondered briefly if, wherever she was, she had gotten caught and exposed for what she had done. Part of him hoped she did but another part of him wished she hadn’t and would return back to him.
He put the saber back in the small drawer he had found it in, shutting it with more force than was perhaps necessary. He straightened and looked around the shabby wooden cottage, averting his gaze from the bed. Maybe he needed to get off of Lwhekk.