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Sorry for the wait. Chapter 3 is up.
‘I’m leaving,’ Ren repeated, standing shoulder to shoulder, barely inches away, they had never been further apart. ‘I’m leaving and there’s a chance I’m not coming back.’ Where? He had wanted to ask. Don’t. He had wanted to say. Stay. He had wanted to beg, but good was what he muttered under his breath. Ren tensed up at that, and Hux had fully expected a punch to the face or the force around his neck, but Ren does nothing, fists balled and jaws clenched, Ren merely walks away.



















