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- - One Year Later - -

The vibrant emerald grass upon Ach-To never failed to  brighten your eyes on the dull days that you mourned the thought of Ben. You would sit upon the rolling hills, stare down at the murky blue water, and review each and every one of his traits. The faint sunshine would peak through the fluffy clusters of clouds, and you would realize over and over again that those traits had much more meaning than you dared to recognize before. So much meaning that it scared you.

Before the incident, you just lived. Just took for granted the love and laughter of each day on the Finalizer. You didn't allow yourself to consider the sacredness of it. Now that your whole world had shattered, now that you were alone, you began to see that it wasn't just an episode with Ben. It was a whole movie. It was everything, every precious memory you had ever created together. The love you shared was so imperfect at times, that the loss of him had woken you to the deeper beauty of it all.

But the pleasure of fully remembering him was taken from you, because he was no longer there to remember with. You'd lost the sight of him, his smile, his scent, his touch. As if the things you'd done were less real and less important than they had been months and months before. The spaces between the times you missed him grew longer. Then, when you did remember to miss him again, it was still with a stabbing pain to the heart. And you had guilt, guilt because it'd been too long since you missed him last. Some days were good...others were bad. On those bad days, grief pounded over you in waves that left you gasping.

You would never be the same again. You would never love the same again. Vicrul knew that, he respected that. He would comfort you as you cried, because you hadn't yet come back from where you went with Ben. A broken fragment of your pulsing, pumping heart was still there. And it belonged to him.

The two of you had spent so much time together that now, your relationship was a new found refuge for you both. You only had each other left. Although your world would never appear the same, you realized that you had to move on. And that was the hardest part. But day after day, Vicrul was there by your side to support you.

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You woke to the sun beams shining through the tiny cracks of your stacked stone home. Using your forearm to shield your tired and puffy eyes, you rolled onto your side. Vicrul was no where to be found. While stretching your frame, you stepped out into the warm and moist air. Locks of your hair flowed in the wind as you scanned the area, finding him by his lonesome. He stood on the edge of a steep rock, catching some food from the broad body of water below.

"Morning." You hollered across the land.

"Morning, I thought I'd catch us some breakfast before we head to Endor." His voice swirled over the uneven ground.

"Endor? For what?" With arms folded closely to your chest, you reached him.

"The annual Festival Of Love." He whipped his head around and shifted his attention onto you. "You said you wanted to go, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot that was today. When are we leaving?" You tilted your head to the side.

"About an hour or so. Want some?" He held out an elongated stick with some sort of fishy creature impaled on the tip of it.

"No thanks, I'm not that hungry. I'm gonna get ready now so just come in whenever you're done." You flashed a grin and pivoted around, starting on your way back.

"Ok." His distant voice registered in your ears and you grew giddy with excitement for the festival.

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