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I am Guinevere Zolar. When I first met Ben Solo he helpe...
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"AS SHE APPROACHED THE TABLE SHE KEPT HER HANDS CLASPED IN FRONT OF HER, LOOKING DOWN AT THE CANDLE LIT PATH THAT I HAD MADE A BIT WIDER THIS TIME SINCE HER DRESS WAS SO MUCH LONGER. SHE DIDN'T LOOK AFRAID LIKE SHE WAS YESTERDAY, SHE JUST LOOKED MISERABLE. SHE REFUSED TO LOOK UP AT ME AS I STOOD TO GREET HER, PULLING HER CHAIR OUT FOR HER AND PUSHING HER UP TO THE TABLE AS I DID YESTERDAY. SHE LOOKED SO UNINTERESTED, SO DEAD INSIDE."
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Guinevere POV
That evening, I found myself lying on the floor in a darkened room. I saw nothing but the silhouette of Ben Solo staring back up at me, that is until he closed the door he pushed me through. Panic and anxiety ran through my veins as I scooted back away from where I had last seen Ben. I had no idea where I was or what Ben was going to do to me in this dark room, all I knew was I was now trapped in a room with a murderer that I couldn't see or feel with the Force.
"You'll learn one day, Guinevere." I heard Ben say, then suddenly the room was set in a red glow. I looked over to my right and saw Ben standing with his saber ignited, it crackled as he charged toward me. I screamed at the top of my lungs, then threw myself in the direction of a table I saw near by. My knees were aching as I crawled under the table as I was crushing the pearls, but it didn't matter, I needed to get away from Ben. "You'll never see that weak underling ever again!" I hugged my knees and the first or many tears began to spill from my eyes. Would this be the end? Had I called this man 'Ben' one too many times?
