A Thin Line

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There is a thin line between love and hate, or so the saying goes.

For Kylo Ren, there is no such line.

Love and hate have melded, combined in a bewildering tumultuous maelstrom inside him.

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He would destroy her, he would save her.

He wanted to kiss her, even as he made her bleed.

He would make her his slave, yet have her stand by his side.

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He wished to lay his eyes upon her, the thought of never seeing her face again, ate him up inside. The urge to drag her down into the darkness with him, was equal to his thirst to bathe in the light in her arms.

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The conflict left him breathless.

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She was a thorn in his side and a balm for his broken soul.

Her presence through their bond both a pleasure and a pain.

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He wondered if this turmoil would end if he killed her, or if he would be left to go through life with a constant, gaping hole inside his mind and heart, forever alone.

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For even though she had rejected him, even though she had muted the bond, she was still there, with him.

A tantalising whisper at the back of his head, a thread of golden light that illuminated some of his darkness, no matter how hard he tried to unravel it and snuff it out.

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