Hello there my guys! Okay, this was originally a chapter of my '30 Day Oneshot Challenge', but that didn't work when I was posting it. And I thought that this deserved it's own little thing, so here it is! Enjoy and have a great day!

You tried not to divert your eyes from the small window, thinking that maybe if you held still you'd fall asleep. Praying to anyone who was listening that sleep would come. If it did you wouldn't be feeling like someone was strangling your neck and punching you in the gut.

He was gone.

You willed yourself again and again not to think about it. That you'd never see him again, ever. Your best friend was gone, and you never even told him you loved him. You didn't get the chance to say goodbye.

Your door opened, but you didn't move at all. Part of you imagined that Obi-Wan walking through, alive. Maybe all of this was just a bad dream. It's a cliche thought to have. When Ahsoka dies on Morris you thought the same thing. But you could save her, you couldn't save him.

"Master?" Her small voice called.

You stayed still.

She cleared her throat. "Anakin?"

"What is it, Snips?" Your words faltered and you tore your eyes away from the window as tears started rolling down your cheeks.

She couched down beside you, and you could see she had been crying too. "Master, can I stay here tonight?" You nodded. You didn't want anything else. It was lonely there, even though before Obi-Wan died you spent every night alone. Maybe it was the thought that he was there. Not next to you, but upstairs. A minute away if you needed him.

You hadn't been in his quarters since it happened. Did they clear them out? He only had a few belongings, where were those?

You're suddenly hit with the thought, how was Ahsoka feeling about all this? Not good, obviously.

The girl was leaning back in your desk chair, staring out the window like you had down. Her hand was over her mouth, tears streaming down her face, her shoulders shaking. If you focused on listening to her long enough, you could hear her muffled sobs. You had never heard your padawan cry before.

Another sob escaped her lips. The sound kicked your gut again, making the lump in your throat rise.

When it had happened you fist saw her holding his head in her lap, her fingers slowly running through his hair hair. "How is he?" You'd asked.

She had looked up, and it was in her sad, tear filled eyes that you knew he wasn't going to wake up.

You had joined her on the ground next to him, grabbing his shoulders and screaming his name. His body was limp.

Dead.

Ahsoka tried to talk to you that night, but you stomped off. In the morning, she told you to meet her in the courtyard, and you locked yourself in your quarters all day. You ignored her, even at his funeral. You didn't care if she needed you, because you needed him.

"I'm sorry." You whispered.

"What?" Her voice was choked up.

"I've been a dick."

She shook her head. "It's not your fault." Then started crying again.

You wanted to hold her and make her feel better. She came there for comfort, and all she was doing was crying alone.

"Ahsoka," You hold out your hand. "C'mere."

She swallowed hard, then stood up and walked over to your bed. Without thought, she intertwined your fingers. You squeezed her hand, which was wet with tears.

The two of you sat on the floor against the bed frame, holding hands and quietly crying. You had Ahsoka, sure, but she couldn't fill the empty hole in your heart where Obi-Wan used to be.

"Why did he have to die?" You asked, not really to her, but to wherever he was.

"I don't know." She murmured. "I don't know."

"He was my best friend, my brother, my father...I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Snips. I loose everyone."

"What do you mean?"

"First, I lost Qui-Gon, then my mother, and now him." The thought made you cry harder. When you looked down at her, she was staring up at you. "I'm so sorry, Master."

There was a long moment of silence, the only sounds the buzz of ships outside and soft sobs.

Ahsoka leaned on your shoulder after maybe an hour. You had stopped crying, but your chest felt tight.

"You have me, and I won't leave you." She whispered.

You nodded. "Promise?"

"On my life."