Shoot The Moon.

[Chelsea Delano]

Returning home from work, Chelsea wandered to her room. It was the same old routine she'd been doing for months on end now.

She woke up. She went to work. She came home. She sat in her bay window and stared out over the tree line. She heard the elves notify her that it was time for supper. She stood. She walked down the stairs. She ate a silent dinner with her parents and her little brother. She excused herself and returned to her room. She gathered her bathing items and a set of pajamas. She showered and changed. Then she sat at the window until it was time to go to sleep...never removing her eyes from the tree line lest she miss him if he were returning on broom.

She would climb into her bed, sliding under the duvet. Before she would lay back, she would pick up the wanted poster, gazing at it as she tried not to cry. Then she would replace it by her bedside and lay back.

Turning out the lights, Chelsea would close her eyes and she would finally allow her heart to spill it's emotions...the hot tears pouring from her eyes as she wondered when Julian would come home.

It had been almost six months now...

Her parents urged her to pick another suitor. They insisted he was never coming back. Vader had been captured...he probably had too long ago. Or he'd been killed and the ministry didn't want to admit it. Either way...she needed to pick someone and marry before it was too late.

But Chelsea knew better.

He was out there.

He was going to come back to her.

She knew it.

She could feel it.

And this would lull her into slumber. The night hours would pass. The sun would rise. And Chelsea Delano would do it all again.