He gazes up at the deep, vast, expanse of space. His ice blue eyes shine like the stars.

She looked over at him and took his hand. He tears his gaze from the window to smile at her, in that boyish, innocent grin. He gives her hand a quick squeeze as he leans down to kiss her softly.

She smiles in return and rests her head on his shoulder. Not wanting to break their silence, she mouths the words of her devotion to him. He turns to her and leans down once more to rest his forehead on her scarred one.

The stars shine above them. The stars shine for them.

In the heat of battle, he is one with the Force, until he falls due to wounds that he has not the time to heal. She feels it; his star shines brightly, and then it burns out.

The stars do not seem as bright when the flame to his funeral pyre is lit.

She looks up at the sky. He is there, hidden behind a star.