I guess this can be seen as malexmale malexfem or femxfem, it's really up to you

I thought I was smarter than the council, that my judgement was superior and that they were cowards for not deciding to fight, so I followed you because where I saw weakness in the others I saw only strength in you, perhaps that is why so many others followed you as well. When we fought side by side I grew to love you and resent the council and its order more. Eventually I saw being a Jedi as a weakness and that if being one meant being associated with them I no longer wished to be one. I remember the first time lighting flew from my fingers and the mandalorian behind you fell, the others who were with us looked at me, some with respect and others with fear, I never saw your expression behind that mask but I always wondered what went through your mind then. My skin grew paler and cracked by the day yours didn't change though you were as lovely as ever, the face the republic needed, my blade was changed to red but yours remained blue.

Then it happened, Malachor V left me powerless and so confused, it was then I realised what the council had been afraid of, me and people like me who couldn't make it through the war without falling. The council ordered us to return you and Malak defied them to continue to pursue the mandalorians and I returned alone to face judgement. My exile wasn't a surprise I suppose I was lucky to get off that easily. I travelled the outer rim occasionally I would find work doing things I still regret, I remembered the news you and Malak had returned and were attacking the republic you had fought so hard to protect, I saw your red blade and behind your mask I knew there was pale cracked skin, I realised then that you had been lost. I ignored the war pretending it wasn't happening that I wasn't a general without an army. Then the war was over and you were a hero again you had someone else and you were happy, I stopped following the news after that. It wasn't till I woke up in a kolto tank surrounded by the dead that I allowed myself to think of you again.

So that was my first published fic ever, now I'm going to go regret this