There is no emotion, there is peace.

Whatever conflicted inside Yord's heart could not stop whenever his eyes laid on you. A fellow Jedi acquaintance, a 'friend', if he can call you that.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

Ignorance played a huge role in Yord as he tried to push away these feelings. Meditate them away as he focused on his training to become a Jedi Knight and hopefully a Jedi Master soon. But when he sees you training beside him, smiling away whenever he was praised by the Jedi Masters for his fast reflexes in deflecting another's blade. If only it were so simple as deflecting his feelings for you.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

Passion was another thing. He can already imagine your lips pressed against his. He dreams of them every night. Where he would steal a kiss, a small simple kiss, right before he would wake up and become dreadfully tired the next day.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

Chaos had already ensued in his mind as he watched you stroll through the Jedi temple, laughing away at whatever silly jokes the younglings were telling. He likes the way you laugh, the way you talk, and how you carry yourself. He felt a sense of pride to call you a friend. But also an offense that he has dared to harbor such forbidden feelings inside him.

There is no death, there is the Force.

"Yet the Force calls to me," Yord said. "It is telling me that whatever I am feeling for... a certain being, is right. But I can't bring myself to say it out loud. It's forbidden. It goes against the entire Jedi Order."

The two of you were looking over the central city of Coruscant where the Jedi Temple resides. He watches the city come to life, where the lights from the buildings give out a faint glow to your skin as you look up at him.