"Get away from me!" Kylo, your Kylo, hissed.

You reached out a hand towards him, trying to brush his cheek, but he pulled away with a snarl.

"Stay back!" He backed away slowly, hand gripping the red lightsaber.

"No. I won't leave you like this, Kylo. Not on your own." You sighed in frustration, in guilt. "We promised forever and always. Or did that promise mean nothing to you?"

Kylo shook his head. "No... no, I can't do this anymore. I... I never loved you. There, that's the truth, okay? I'm not doing this for Snoke, for Hux, or even for you. I'm doing this for me, because I'm tired of the pretence."

You reached towards him, clasping his hands in yours. "Tell me what we had wasn't real. Tell me it was all a lie. If you can say those things while looking right in my eyes, I'll let you go. But if you can't, then why the hell can't we be together?"

His hands trembled. His dark eyes roamed everywhere but your eyes. "I... I... I don't love you. I never did. It was a lie."

"Prove it." You challenged. "Prove you never loved me. Prove it was all fake."

Kylo yanked his hands out of yours. "y/n..."

Clasping his cheeks softly, you kissed him desperately. You kissed him as if this was it, the last time you could share an intimate moment. The last kiss. Kylo sunk into it slowly, his hands sliding to rest on your hips.

Eventually you pulled away, panting slightly. "Well?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I do not love you anymore." Kylo turned away from you, pulling his mask back on. Then he walked away from you. From your relationship, your love.

And you sank to the floor, clinging to his discarded robe. Your last piece of him.