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I am Guinevere Zolar. When I first met Ben Solo he helpe...
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"BUT THAT STILL DIDN'T STOP THE SMALL DOUBT IN THE BACK OF MY MIND THAT I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WAS THERE ORIGINALLY FROM GROWING BIGGER AND WIDER IN MY MIND. THE DOUBT GREW SO BIG THAT I DECIDED THAT LOVE WAS LOST ON ME. BETTER TO NOT LOVE AND GET ATTACHED TO ANYONE AT ALL THAN TO LOVE SOMEONE AND HAVE THEM DESTROY YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU WROKED FOR AS BEN DID."
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Guinevere POV
Life with my foster family on the Resistance base never ended. I lived with them for three years, three long years. After the first year I stopped telling my foster parents I was going to leave as soon as I could and just started to relax. They weren't pushing me out, in fact the last time I asked my foster mother told me I could stay for as long as I need to. I never did hear back from my real parents. It broke my heart to no end, but I figured it was because they were just as afraid as I was. As badly as I wanted to hear from them, I wanted them to stay alive much more. I didn't want Ben to find them.
Every year on my birthday I mourned the loss of my comrades from the Temple. Out of all the days Ben could have picked, I questioned why it had to be a day so near and dear to my heart. On the one year anniversary I didn't even celebrate my birthday, all I did was cry the entire day alone in my room. My foster family baked me a cake and got me gifts, but I just couldn't accept them that day. I couldn't celebrate a day that was so bloody-even if it was my own.
