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Tortured Jean-Luc sat quietly, oblivious to the many people surrounding him. Except for her. He watched her. Watched Beverly laugh and chat amicably. Was it possible to love someone so completely and yet hate them as well? Yes, he admitted to himself. He loved her so, body and soul. He loved her sweet, lilting laugh, that beautiful smile, those luscious lips that he had oft dreamt of caressing. He loved the intelligence that blazed in her blue eyes; eyes that seemed to see straight into his soul. Eyes that were able to read him so deeply, to discern his every emotion. He loved her spirit; both her fiery temper and her gentle, loving nature, which made her a true healer instead of merely a doctor. He loved her so much it hurt. And yet, he hated her. He hated her for consuming his every thought, for continually infiltrating his dreams. He hated her for offering him friendship when he wanted so much more. He hated her for making him love her, for ruining all other women for him. No one could ever take her place in his heart. He wanted to stop loving her. He had tried to stop loving her. It would have been easier to stop breathing. He had been injured countless times in his travels among the stars, but that was merely physical pain. It could not compare to the level of pain and anguish in his heart. The intensity of the emotions constantly threatened to overwhelm him. He was suddenly jostled out of his agonizing reverie. “Jean-Luc, it’s time...” He nodded and stood, calling attention from the crowd, all the while smiling through his misery. *Steady, man* he thought to himself. *Just make it quick.* He cleared his throat and raised his wine glass, “To Jack and Beverly, on their wedding day. May they find eternal happiness,” he said, practically choking on the words. While the crowd cheered, he sat back down and watched the happy couple exchange a kiss, resigned to his own tortured fate. He was in hell.
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