"I'm sorry." The words fell off her lips before she can stop them. He doesn't let the surprise show but it's there. "I'm so sorry." She's changed but not really. No longer did those black marks mar her face, instead it was the same beautiful ivory and her eyes were no longer the pale sickly yellow, but their original soft pale grey. She looks the same, before they left for the war, like when they were young. Young, wild, and stupid. So damn stupid.
"For everything, for dragging our sorry asses into the war, space, the search for the Forge. I'm so damn sorry." She looks up; her light brown hair falling out of its braids and ponytail. "But it's partially your fault to ya know?" He blinks at this, "You helped. You crawled into my skin, you didn't take no as an answer. And I let you in," she activated her lightsaber. Twin blades and green. Always green and always double bladed. "That was my mistake. You were my mistake Alec." He winced mentally, but he doesn't know if it's from the sound of his name, his real name, on her lips or the fact she considered their past friendship and romance a mistake. "But if I had the chance I would do it all over again." He activated his own saber as she walked forward, "You were a drug Alec." Again the damn name! "And you got me addicted." She laughed, "And yet after all this I still crave it, I still crave you." He stopped and for a minute he couldn't breathe. She smiled softly, sadly, and without any humor, "I should hate you, but I can't, I can't stop loving you."
She charged and he's glad. Because he wasn't sure how to respond to her much hated, but much wanted confession. They both fight to their breaking points; him all power and no grace and her all grace with little power. But she still wins, she always has and always will. He falls to the ground and he wants to feel anger, hate, anything but what he felt now. He looks at her and he see her like he always did when she beat him in sparring. The graceful, beautiful, powerful warrior goddess.
"I was addicted Alec and it was all your fault. I hate you for making me love you." He closed his eyes too weak to reply, "And now you're going off and dying on me you sorry ass bastard!" He tried to laugh but he couldn't work up the energy,
"I…finally," he sucked in a breath, "beat you at something. Who knew it would have been death." She sobbed,
"You fucking bastard." I love you.
LFMG: This is my first one-shot, romance, angst, and Star Wars fanfic. So I hope I didn't screw up to badly. Reviews are always welcomed!