Author's Note: So my update took me WAY longer than I wanted. You know what they say about best laid plans. Life has a way of turning turning them on their head, but I hope this was worth the wait.
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"You were the storm in
my heart.
You were the waves that
crashed against my soul
and threw me into the
tempest.
There was no shore in this
savage place, yet I
wouldn't have had it any
other way: this was
by far the most beautiful
place to get lost in."
-Ariana
Kylo Ren
She hasn't spoken a word since helping her friends escape and her silence is deafening.
What is it about her that twists my words inside of me until I feel my very thoughts halt beneath her piercing gaze.
I am painfully aware of her at my side and despite the fact that we are in the midst of war there is a calmness in my soul where before only chaos had reigned in my frantic need to find her.
To stop the visions of her dead, lifeless eyes staring up at me.
Her screams, her desperation from earlier carved my bones hollow with fear that I had lost her.
Her eyes flash at something in the distance, desire sparking brightly that makes me grind my teeth to see it.
Just what exactly had put that look in her eyes?
I search for what has caught her fascination and my annoyance shifts instantly to amusement. My TIE Silencer lies directly in sight.
You have that look in your eyes again Rey.
My attention sharpens when she stumbles and jerks her eyes away from my ship.
Had she heard my thoughts?
What look?
I blink behind my mask, gripping my cloak in reaction to hearing her voice caress my mind.
You seem more than passing interested in my TIE.
There it is, her eyes coming to rest on me, a frown tugging at her lips before she resolutely looks away from me and stares straight ahead.
Professional interest, nothing more. I'm curious to see how she was built.
If she thinks to fool me with her brusque tone then she still has much to learn.
I can feel the chaotic beating of her heart despite her pretense.
She cannot hide from me.
I know a look of lust when I see it Rey.
A fine trace of color across her cheekbones and a thread of satisfaction steals through me.
Until she spies the Night Buzzard and I watch the color drain from her face.
A slight shiver runs through her as she shifts closer to me and I am momentarily startled by the act.
I don't believe she is even aware of what she just did.
I think I'd rather fly your ship than get into that.
Acerbic words that cannot quite hide her apprehension of the Night Buzzard nor her growing fondness for my TIE.
I think, given half a chance, she would claim it for her own and the thought amuses me as nothing else can.
I have no doubt that you can handle my TIE but I think...not.
We've crested the hill and now Rey is becoming defensive and refusing to go any closer to the waiting ship.
Afraid I'm going to run off with her and never come back?
Sharp word meant to let blood in her taunting response.
However there is a small grain of truth to them.
My Knights have formed a half circle around her. Even now they are wary of my captive.
Are you saying you wouldn't given half the chance?
I see her lips twitching for a fraction of a second at our byplay before Ap'lek steps forward with the manacles meant to keep her from escaping.
Or attacking.
That small sign of amusement is wiped away as she bares her teeth in a snarl at the sight of the steel cuffs.
I had to try.
I snap my hand out, taking the cuffs from Ap'lek. No one is touching her but me and this reminds me all too much of when we faced Snoke so long ago.
She had been bound then.
Just as defiant as she is now. Perhaps even more so.
So you did. You wouldn't be my Rey otherwise.
I was becoming distracted by our silent exchange and she couldn't dance around this forever.
"Turn around."
"Like hell."
Venom in her voice as her eyes narrow, glittering with suppressed anger as she stares at the cuffs in my grip.
"Don't make this difficult." The mutinous look doesn't change, "I don't want to hurt you unnecessarily."
If my TIE was built to house more than one occupant I would forgo all of this and transport her directly myself.
But that is not an option.
"I'm in the middle of a goddamn desert with no ship and surrounded by your guards," snarling words as she tosses her head, "Where is it you think I'm going to escape to now?"
This is taking too much time but I give her the answer she deserves.
"I'm not concerned with you escaping." A flicker in her gaze, something akin to annoyance, "However your little trick with the lightning is enough to warrant the restraints."
Another flickering emotion chasing across her eyes, a twist of her lips that might have been amusement if I wasn't all too familiar with the bitterness hidden within.
"Oh?" Sarcasm coating every syllable, "Did I terrify you?"
Am I the monster now?
I nearly miss the quiet despair of her words inside my head over her outward comment and cold rage burns through me that she would even consider calling herself such a thing.
Manifesting Force-lightning may not be used by the Jedi any longer but it was never exclusive to the Sith until the fall of the Council.
"No. You impressed me."
Her eyes widen and yet I sense her hesitation, as though she were something to be feared...to be reviled.
Touching darkness doesn't make you a monster.
It takes coating your hands in the blood of innocents to do that. To watch good people struggle and die and know you could change their fate...and walk away instead.
That is what it takes and Rey could never do that. The small glimmer of darkness that she knows is inside her is what everyone carries.
Heat scatters across her skin and her eyes drop away from me, unfocused. In her distraction she's stopped fighting me and I slip behind her, taking her slender wrists gently into my own so that the restraints can do their job.
The touch of cool metal brings her back to her senses.
I hate being bound like this.
This silent communication between us is becoming easier.
Her fingers curl into fists but that is all she can do for the moment.
Once more she is chained and, for the time being, helpless before me.
The urge to rip the restraints off of her makes me grit my teeth and back away as quickly as possible.
I know but I promise it's only temporary.
She's reaching for me, I can feel the caress of her thoughts touching mine and I have to turn away before my Knights begin to suspect something is amiss between us.
Ap'lek is watching me and it is to him I direct my attention to now.
"Take her to the Steadfast. Once she is back in my custody resume your mission."
"As you command Lord Ren."
My Knights close ranks around Rey and despite my mask I swear her eyes pierce through the metal to look directly into me.
I cannot offer her comfort in the form of words, nor approach her after giving the command to Ap'lek.
I can still feel her mind reaching for mine and this time I allow myself the contact.
Dappled sunlight fills my veins, a sweet yearning that makes my soul clench at our parting.
I touch her mind, a gentle caress to make our temporary separation easier to bear. We'll be together on the Steadfast and this thought alone sustains me as I head back to my TIE.
The quicker I leave this planet, the faster we will be reunited.
"I can walk on my own," even from this distance I can her hear snarling at my Knights, "get your hands off of me."
My Rey, refusing to bow before anyone. Refusing to submit bound as she was.
She is going to make a magnificent Empress.
The Steadfast
I've arrived ahead of the Night Buzzard and in the hanger I see my second prize.
The Millennium Falcon. My father's beloved ship and the symbol of hope for the Resistance.
Finally, after all these years, it's in my grasp.
"Supreme Leader the ship's log has been downloaded and swept for contraband. No other items were found in regards to the Resistance or their affiliates."
"Who initiated these procedures?"
"I did."
The sneering, pompous self-absorbed attitude is familiar. I've had to listen to it for the past ten years.
"I don't remember assigning you to oversee the Falcon General Hux."
"No you didn't so I took the initiative...Supreme Leader."
He sounds like he's choking on the title he must now address me by. His petty games grow tiresome.
"What did you find in your search General."
Hux has moved closer to the ship but far enough away from me that there is at least several feet of space between us.
"Nothing. Without her crew she's just a pile of scraps."
"What about the log?"
He is picking at nonexistent lint on his coat, refusing to look at me.
"Encrypted," there is no mistaking the bored disdain he is displaying, "I've sent the files to intelligence. We'll have the information within the hour, I've no doubt."
"Then go back to your post General. There is no reason for you remain."
Blotches of color appear on his pallid skin when I dismiss him. He forgets that the only power he has now is what I allow him.
The gangplank on the Falcon is down and since Rey has not arrived I take the opportunity to overlook the Falcon myself.
"I told you we've already searched the ship. There is nothing of value on it."
I ignore Hux's spluttering and his lack of proper respect as I stand in the heart of the Falcon.
A dull throb in my chest as I gaze at the holo-board, a snippet of memory surfacing.
Soft growls from above me as I peer over the board on the tips of my toes, watching the figures move across it.
Uncle Chewie and Uncle Luke are playing a game.
Amused laughter coming from Uncle Luke as he prods one of the pieces as it takes down an opponent.
"It's a fair move Chewie, you didn't expect me to keep losing to you after all these years?"
Grumbling sounds from Uncle Chewie and my Uncle Luke looks down at me and winks before motioning for me to sit next to him.
"Come on kid, you can help me."
I'm already scrambling around the table and next to my Uncle, happy to be included...
I thought I had thrown away my past, so why does it keep cropping up when I least expect it?
I turn away from the ancient board and continue my wandering. So many memories, like phantom ghosts, alive on this ship.
My search has taken me to the cock pit and I clench my fist to see my father's dice hanging between the pilots seat.
How many times had I played with those dice as my father showed me the controls of the Falcon, certain that one day I would grow up to fly her myself.
An ace pilot, just like my father.
I'm already reaching for the dice when the sound of roaring engines returns me back to my senses.
The Night Buzzard has finally arrived and with it, Rey.
I leave the dice where they are and all the memories, the emotions, locked within them.
I am not a child anymore, scrambling after my father, hoping for his approval.
For his love.
The entrance isn't far away and I can hear Hux speaking.
So he disobeyed my order. It would seem he is need of another lesson in obedience.
"...not impressed."
I'm out of the ship but not in time to stop Hux from marching over to Rey who looks at him with ill-concealed disgust.
Ap'lek and the rest of my Knights are moving towards me and I take my eyes off of the pair to speak to them.
"Any trouble?"
"None."
Vicrul sounds almost disappointed as he holds something in his hand.
"She was carrying this on her."
A dagger with runes etched into it. It is well that my mask is firmly in place because I cannot hide the shock.
I recognize the writing. Darth Reven's script has always been distinctive.
What was Rey doing with a Sith blade?
A mystery for another time as I conceal the dagger beneath my cloak.
"What of the tracking beacon?"
"Transmitting. It has not been detected by the Resistance."
"Do we have a location?"
"No but the course leads to Kijimi if they stay on their heading."
Kijimi. A world for criminals and lowlifes who think to avoid detection from the First Order and the New Republic.
Interesting. Now why would Dameron go there?
"Return to the Night Buzzard and contact me as soon as you have their exact location."
"As you command Lord Ren."
I leave the others to their task focusing my attention on Hux and Rey.
I keep the snarl back behind me teeth, gritting them together so that my jaw aches with the effort.
His hand is raised close to her face as if he had the right to touch her.
I'm already lifting mine to pull him off of his feet and slam him into the nearest wall for such impunity.
Rey turns her head at the same time and snaps her teeth at him, baring a venomous smile. Hux retracts his hand millimeters from her mouth with alacrity.
"Don't touch me."
I hear the suppressed rage, the need to strike at Hux, carry in her words.
I'm already crossing the hanger to get to them.
"Well you're a savage one," a red tinge over my vision to hear the scorn he directs at her, "I must say you're well matched for..."
"For who General Hux?"
If he chooses to finish that sentence then I will wash this hanger with his blood and enjoy every minute of it.
Hux stumbles away from Rey and I see her lips curve up in derision, clearing my head a little of the bloodlust that grips me.
Her eyes flash amber sparks when I move next to her. Her anger is a living heat inside my skin and I have only myself to blame for allowing Hux to get this close.
Red splotches have appeared on his waxy skin and I see Rey snap her head in his direction, the smile wiped from her face.
She moves closer to me, angling her body in front of mine.
As if she were trying to protect me.
Such a small gesture from her but it is everything to me.
Hux's eyes flicker and he's noted her stance as well. His thin lips flatten into a hard line.
"I'm speaking of the Resistance Supreme Leader," only he could make the title sound like an insult, "We all know how uncivilized they are."
That is my mother he is speaking of, the last princess of Alderaan and she has more refinement in her littlest finger than he does in his entire body.
Thoughts of breaking his jaw, of ripping out his tongue, dance across my vision and it is only with Rey at my side that I haven't given into that dark impulse.
I will not cover her in his blood.
"I'll take that as a compliment then if civilized means staining my hands with the blood of innocents."
Barbed words flung from silken lips as Rey bares her teeth in a feral smile at Hux.
He looks nonplused to hear her speak to him with such obvious hate.
"I can smell the blood and death on you General, so I don't give a damn what you think about me."
He turns from her with that prissy sniff of disdain and sets his sight on me.
"General Pryde will want a full report on how you captured the scavenger."
There it is. I was wondering how long it would before he could no longer choke back his contempt.
He and I are in for a reckoning and soon all debts will be paid.
"You're jealous."
We turn at the same time to stare at Rey. Hux, his pallid skin already showing blotches of color, his temper rising.
The way she looks at him, as if he were street trash beneath her feet, causes an odd tickling sensation in the back of my throat.
It takes me minute to realize that it's laughter.
"Excuse me, I don't think-"
Hux trying to defend himself against Rey's attack but she talks over him, shutting him down completely.
"You heard me," acerbic words and she looks up at me, the heat dancing in her eyes making my blood flow faster, "Kylo Ren is the Supreme Leader," I take in a sharp, silent breath at her acknowledgment before she turns back to Hux, "and you are nothing but a lackey."
The blotches of color on his face have turned a mottled red, his mouth opening but no words emerging.
It would appear Rey has managed to render him speechless.
That, more than anything else she has done to date, impresses me.
Until Hux lifts his hand and his mask of 'civilization' falls away, revealing the monster that lurks beneath the flesh.
The violence in his eyes as he stares at Rey has a crimson haze settling over my vision.
My tolerance for his defiance has come to and end.
I don't need to Force to bring this man to his knee's as I squeeze his wrist, hearing the small bones grind together.
"Let...go!"
He sounds in pain. But not enough. Not nearly enough. Had his hand actually touched her, his life would already been forfeit.
"Let this be a reminder the next time you dare raise your hand to her."
Bones snapping as I give a singular twist to the flesh. His mouth opens to scream but I've paralyzed his vocal chords.
Panic shows in the whites of his eyes only seconds before I shut down his mind. He slumps in my grip, no longer a threat to Rey and only then do I release him.
The sight of him at my feet does nothing to quell my rage that his actions incited.
"Get him out of my sight."
The Stormtroopers guarding the Falcon hasten to my side, dragging the unconscious man out of the hanger.
Whether they take him to the med-bay or toss him down a garbage chute I care little about.
So long as I do not have to look at him anymore.
I glance at Rey, wondering if my actions have once more put to light that I am a monster. I showed no mercy to Hux and I have no feelings of remorse about his punishment.
I would do it again without hesitation.
She is mine to protect.
A slight curve of her lips, the whisper of a teasing smile.
Her eyes gleam with dark satisfaction as she watches my men dispose of Hux.
The fire that moves through my veins is not that of rage but a different heat altogether.
"Come with me."
She glances up at me, I see faint traces of mirth dancing in her eyes before Vicrul approaches her.
He alone of my Knights has stayed behind from the hunt to guard me and he is reaching for Rey.
"I can walk on my own," snarling words as she shifts her weight to distance herself from him, "don't touch me."
Vicrul looks up at me.
Why do you allow her to defy you Master?
Guttural words inside my head, like shards of metal scrapping across each other. It is rare for him to initiate contact, the effort to speak mind-to-mind near impossible for him to maintain for more than a few seconds at best.
The strain will leave him Force-blind for hours.
She is to be Empress Vicrul. Remember that the next time try to force her compliance.
I drop the connection before it becomes too much but not before I taste the flavor of his emotions.
Surprises. Apprehension and the faintest spark of heightened interest.
I will need to watch him around her.
He retreats to a safe distance and I turn away from the matter, content to let it drop for now.
Rey falls into place next to me as we leave the hanger. I can feel her questions brushing along my senses but she maintains her silence as we move through the corridors of the Steadfast.
Her presence at my side is causing a ripple through my staff as they gaze at our passing. The fluctuating emotions is not unexpected nor are the flashes of unmitigated hatred directed at her.
As far as my people are concerned she is their enemy.
But not for much longer. Once this war is over, she will rule at my side and then they will see her for what she truly is.
Their salvation. Their Empress.
She and I, we will bring true peace back to the galaxy.
I lead her through the twists and turns of the sprawling Steadfast, well aware that she is remembering every step that we take.
Her brilliant mind would allow nothing else.
Though I doubt she has realized this last corridor we've entered is off limits to all but myself and my Knights.
Again I can feel her suspicion and her curiosity brushing against my mind as I place my hand on the access panel outside the door.
The door slides open with ease and I motion for her to precede me.
She arches a slender eyebrow at me and a soft sigh leaves her parted lips and tension tightens my muscles in anticipation.
She doesn't refuse me and crosses through.
I turn to see Vicrul staring at me, his arms crossed over his chest.
"I don't want to be disturbed for anything."
"It will be as you command."
I cross the threshold and lock the door behind me.
At last I finally have Rey to myself.
She is standing in the middle of the room, her back to me.
"I've been here before...this place it's..."
Quivering words spoken in a breathless rush that brings satisfaction coursing through me.
So she remembers, as I hoped she would. It is not something that I will ever forget.
"My personal quarters."
She turns as if startled to hear my voice and I am filled with the sight of her all wide-eyed and parted lips.
Such alluring innocence in that expression that I cannot help but be drawn to her side, a moth captured by a kindled flame.
I can see the rapid beating of her pulse, hear the tremulous breath she takes in.
Her nervousness is showing and my own jagged pulse is none too steady.
The dagger that was taken from her digs at me as I cross the distance, a reminder that there is still unfinished business between us.
"You carry interesting objects on you Rey."
I pull the dagger into the open and her eyes flash at the blade, her lips pressed firmly together.
I can see the questions burning in luminous amber but she holds onto her silence with an iron grip.
So it is to be a contest of wills between us?
I wonder which will hold out longer, her stubbornness or her curiosity?
She doesn't break her silence and I sigh, leaving her side to place the dagger along with the saber she carried on my workbench.
I admit I was more than a bit surprised to see her carrying my grandfather's lightsaber in the desert.
The one the we tore apart...and then mended.
A reminder that we were once together.
The beads of Pasaana shift in the pouch on my belt and the memory of a daughter, our child, crosses my vision.
Gently I pull the beads from where I've kept them, staring at the simple necklace and the chaos that it created in me.
Even now I can hear the ghost of that soft, whimsical laughter.
A child's delight in the antics she caused.
"I," hushed words spoken in a lilting voice that snap me back to the present, "can't believe you still have that."
My grip tightens briefly around the fragile gift before placing it on the table.
"Did you expect me to destroy it?"
I turn to look at Rey, wanting to see the expression she's wearing.
A question burning through my soul, devouring me.
Did she see the vision that I was also granted? Did she see...our child?
Her eyes are huge and she takes a step away from me, turning her head and in doing so, I see the thin line of red marring her skin.
The blood has already dried and begun to flake.
Anger coils in my gut along with disgust at myself. How had I missed that she was injured?
"What happened to your face?"
Eyes widening, she shifts as if to touch the spot...and I realize that I still have her shackled. Awareness also lightens her eyes and she turns her back to me, rolling her shoulders as if trying to relieve pressure.
Swearing silently, remembering the promise I made that this was only temporary, I go to her.
She doesn't move away but her spine stiffens as I run my fingers over the locks releasing them and the shackles fall to the floor.
A soft, nearly painful sound leaves her lips as she rubs her wrists and I am struck by our close proximity.
I can feel the gentle heat of her body and even through the filters built into the mask, her scent envelopes me.
Dappled sunlight and evocative flowers to beguile my mind and seduce my soul.
She is still rubbing her wrists, making those soft, needy sounds that goes straight to my head.
"Look at me Rey."
Her body trembles and she stops rubbing her wrists to tighten her hands around her arms. I see the smallest shake of her head, feel her wrap her silence around her like an invisible shield.
Shutting me out.
We are so close to each other but it feels as though she is light years away from me.
Why is she doing this to me?
Loss and something close to grief digs steel claws into my heart.
"Why won't you speak to me?"
I struggle to keep my words gentle, to not antagonize her.
I don't want to fight her. Not now.
Not here.
"I...," a tremble in her voice, a sense of pleading, "I don't want to talk to you while you wear that mask."
So its come down to this. Again.
Kylo Ren or Ben Solo.
The monster...or the man.
The silence is oppressive, a heavy weight between us and I cannot stand to see her back turned to me any longer.
I release the locks that keep it in place, shattering the silence. The mask pulls free and I step away from her to set it down.
She still has her back to me and now my vision is no longer filtered through the lens.
She is vividly alive and I drink in the sight of her. The dark sable of her hair, the delicate shade of her skin, even the brightness of her clothing.
But she won't look at me.
"Is this what you want?"
The mask no longer filters my voice and I wince to hear my own hesitation, that note of pleading I cannot stop from escaping.
I blink at the swiftness of her response. Fractured amber, impossibly gentle, looking up at me as her lips part.
"Yes."
A single word, barely above a whisper and it sends my soul spiraling.
She no longer feels so far away from me, so closed off.
Slowly, her eyes tracking my every movement, I pull of my gloves and set them next to the mask.
She doesn't move as I close the distance between us.
The scored mark across her cheekbone is red and inflamed and once more I am disgusted with myself for not noticing it sooner.
It needs healing and I lift my hand without thinking to touch the mark.
Her eyes widen and I swallow hard, wondering how I could have forgotten that she still views me as her enemy.
But she doesn't tell me to stop and my fingers brush along the painful burn.
She flinches and small sparks dance beneath the pads of my fingers.
She is in pain and that I cannot allow.
It is easy, so easy, to send the Force flowing from me and into her. The skin knits beneath my touch, smoothing into an unblemished line.
Her lashes flutter as she closes her eyes, so long that they cast shadows upon her skin. I watch as a smile tugs at her lips, almost playful.
The steel-tipped claws that dug into my heart begin to retreat but I cannot let the matter of her injury go unanswered.
"Tell me who hurt you."
A gentle sigh from her lips, a sense of resignation and she pulls away from me. The heat of her skin lingers upon my fingers.
She opens her eyes and the light is muted in her gaze. That playful smile from earlier is nowhere to be found and I feel the keen loss of it.
"Your sharpshooter got off a lucky shot."
No recrimination, no hostility in her answer.
Just a calmness that sets my teeth on edge as I clench my fist at the obvious disregard Kuruk took with the mission.
"I gave specific orders you were not to be harmed."
Perhaps it was time to give him a harsh reminder of why I lead and no one else.
Rey shrugs her shoulder, seemingly unconcerned about the wound she received during the confrontation.
"It's called war," dry words and slight amusement as she lifts an eyebrow to me, "nothing ever goes as planned."
I am not feeling the least bit amused about any of this.
She sighs and tilts her head back, rubbing the back of her neck is an absent gesture as if trying to relieve tension.
Her eyes open and I am caught in the fractal light.
"Why did you bring me here Ben?"
A twinge in my soul as she uses that name to address me. A sense of something shifting inside of me and I dismiss it immediately.
"My quarters are well secured."
Her hand drops from her neck and she tilts her head slightly, as if trying to discern some hidden message.
"Meaning?"
She hasn't realized it yet, why I brought her here and not to an interrogation cell.
I step closer and watch as the pulse at her throat beats faster, listen as her breath catches and her eyes dilate.
An awareness that wasn't present before now vividly alive in her gaze.
"There is no surveillance in my personal space," her lips part as I continue to move closer to her, "No monitor feeds, no comms listening in."
My heart is crashing against my ribs and there is a strange energy coiling between us but I cannot stop. I cannot look away from her.
"So," I bite back a groan to hear the need crawling in her voice, "you're saying...no one can see us? No one can hear us?"
She finally understands.
"No one Rey," I can barely hear my own response over the desire pulsing in my blood, "It's just the two of us here."
I've stopped moving. Inches separate us but I cannot take another step.
Fear and longing have me bound in place. Does she know how much I need her? Does she understand how many nights I have woken up in the dark, reaching for her only to find myself alone?
I spent a few, precious nights in her arms, stolen moments of happiness that now lie like scars upon my heart to dream of them.
She's trembling as she closes the distance between us but there is a blaze of light in her gaze that eclipses the galaxy and I am blinded by the beauty in them.
"Good."
I have no time to react to that odd reply when she grabs my cloak and yanks on it hard. My neck bows beneath the pressure and her lips fasten on mine, silken and soft. Demanding my surrender, pleading for my submission.
Her ardent desire, the press of her body against mine...I give her everything she wants from me.
She is a living flame in my arms and I crave the burns I know she will set in my flesh.
Her body is soft and pliant as I press her closer, groaning when I feel her mouth open under mine.
I thought I would die before I tasted her again.
Her hair is cool silk beneath my fingers and I slant my mouth over hers, taking over. She yields beneath my demands and the madness in my blood roars to life.
Her fingers grip my hair, her tongue touching mine and there is only her.
Her breath mingling with mine, the silken heat of her lips. The sweet, flowing curves of her body as I press her against an unyielding surface, wanting to feel every inch of her.
Her mouth on mine, her arms gripping me tightly as if she would never let me go.
She is the keeper my heart, the other half of my sundered soul and I give everything that I am to her.
She is my home, now and always.
