"Fixing" the Wars

"Fixing" the Wars

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My thoughts of the Skywalker Saga and dialogue of The Rise of Skywalker: This isn't just another fanfiction. I'm not here to change your mind or talk you into liking the ST or the PT, but there really is more than one way to look at things. I understand how some people think things are black and white, right or wrong, or even light or dark. There are millions of colors in a spectrum and if you look, you can see them all. Good comes from bad and bad from good. Everything you think; everything you feel; everything you experience has a purpose. Everything has a vibration. This is life. You may not think you have a choice where you come from but even that has a purpose. You may come from a poor family, a broken home, abusive conditions, but wherever you come from, you always have a choice to become what you were meant to be. It is your destiny to become greater than that which you came from. Do not let the past control your future. Do not be afraid of who you are.
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❝He didn't say anything, just stared. A malicious glint came to his eyes. "Rey, I did not think you could be this foolish. I am years older than you, physically and mentally. How could I ever fall for a Jedi? I am stronger that that." This was what he reiterated in his head every day, every second he thought about her. But she was right indeed. He did like her. It seemed like an understatement almost. He needed her. Every second that Rey wasn't with him felt like torture. He couldn't let her know that. He also desperately clung to the darkness. His darkness was what fueled him and what kept him going. He couldn't possibly give that up. The girl was a conundrum. "Liar," Rey whispered. She crossed the distance between them. Now, they were only a few inches apart, separated by the bars of the cell. "You're right," he smiled. Yet again, it didn't reach his eyes. Rey was right. He could barely stand to be someone he wasn't. But his past called for him. "I am a liar. A manipulative beast." He reached out and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "You would do well to stay away." She stepped back. She had felt a jolt of something when he touched her. Like she was being set on fire, but she loved it. "St- Stay away from me," she stuttered. Never in her life had she been terrified of herself this much. He frowned. "You don't like this, little padawan?" ---- Thank you for reading! Any feedback is welcome.

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