Chapter One: Unforgettable
“Let the past die! Kill it, if you have to. That’s the only way to become what you were meant to be.”
“Join me and we can start a new Order..."
His words continued to echo in her mind occupying its every crevice; overriding any other thought that dared to try and enter it.
The words consumed her entirely not showing any signs of loosening it’s hold on her. She tried to escape but she knew it was no use.
She couldn’t stop it. All she could think about...was him.
These words kept repeating in her head over and over again but they were always presented to her the same. So...genuine...
but she also couldn’t help but hear an underlying sense of desperation in his voice. He wanted her, no, he NEEDED her by his side.
Not because he wasn't strong enough but simply because he just wanted someone by his side. Someone he could rely on, someone he could trust, someone who understood him.
She knew he was just as lonely as she was. It was hard for her to admit but they were more alike than most would understand; however, they both knew it to be true.
They were both broken; thrown away by the ones they most trusted and loved. They both craved similar things: love and purpose.
“Join me... Rey,” He repeated shakenly as his voice continued to grow louder.
“...Rey....REY!” her eyes quickly opened and her eyes immediately began to scan the room around her. Where was he? She could feel him.
But where was he? Her thoughts were racing as did her heart. Where was he?
“Ben?!” She cried out as her body jolted upward; her body completely drenched in her own sweat.
Her head snapped left to right trying to locate where his voice was coming from but Ben Solo was nowhere to be seen.
Nothing remained but the words he had spoken to her that night many months ago.
She let out a sigh as she slowly descended back into her bed; muscles finally relaxing. It was all nothing more than a dream.
But why did she dream of him? And after all this time? And why that specific moment?
Before she was able to contemplate this, she noticed legs at the foot of her bed.
She sat up still groggy from lack of sleep and looked up to see Finn staring at her with a look of concern on his face.
“Are you okay? You were yelling in your sleep,” He said as he moved closer to her side. “Did you have a nightmare?”
“I’m fine Finn. Just dwelling in the past is all!" She said with a smile. She tried her best to be convincing but her close friend knew her all too well.
She knew he was only trying to help but she knew that describing a dream in which was about the very man responsible for once hospitalizing him was not something she wanted to share.
"Rey, you know you can talk to me," he said as he knelt down beside her rugged small bed. "What’s up with you?" He gently laid his hand on hers and soon their eyes met one another.
Just by looking into his kind eyes she could see his intentions. She could tell he wasn't going to let it go. Maybe telling him would give her mind some peace?
"Finn I-" Just as she was about to tell him about her dream the bases intercom blasted loudly above them.
The words from the intercom could barely be made out due to all the static from the old outdated machinery.
Most of the base’s items were destroyed when they had last interacted with the First Order so they knew they had to make do with what they had.
For a while all that could be heard was screeching and crackling and all Rey and Finn could do in response was cover their ears hoping they still had their hearing left!
"Rey to General Leia's Quarters! Repeat! Rey to General Leia's Quarters!" As soon as the intercom had ended, they had uncovered their ears and, again their eyes met.
"I guess this conversation will have to wait," He said with worry and concern still very prevalent in his face.
"I'll talk to you later!" He stood up and turned his back to her and, before she knew it, he was gone.
She let out a sigh and pushed her worn brown blankets to the side. "Better not leave Leia waiting, "she said to herself.
She quickly put herself together and made her way to the nearest elevator and as she entered its narrow faintly lit room,
she relaxed her body up against one of its grey dented walls and soon she began to contemplate what she wasn't able to earlier.
Why did she dream of him? She asked herself. The last time she had spoken to him was ....was back in the Red Room. When he had asked her to join him.
Her thoughts then focused on that very moment when Kylo, no, Ben Solo stood before her. At that moment, when his trembling hand extended to her and his dark eyes looked into hers; she saw him.
At that moment she did not see Kylo Ren, she saw someone divided and torn. She had seen the man she had always seen in him. She did not see him as a monster or as a irredeemable fiend but simply a broken man.
Her thoughts focused even further and soon it no longer felt like a distant memory. It was as if she was reliving that exact moment all over again.
She felt all the same emotions as she did that very night. She was scared, confused, but ultimately she felt pain, so much pain.
She didn't want to reject him she didn't want to shut him out and when she looked into his eyes once she had reached out for the light saber…. all she saw in his eyes was the look of betrayal.
She had hurt him.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you that it’s rude to stare? Oh wait, I suppose not,” the ambiguous voice snickered.
Pulling herself out of her previous thoughts, Rey quickly found her surroundings had completely changed. She was no longer on the Rebel base but was in a dark sleek room on a ship.
How did she get her? Was this another dream? She then realized she unintentionally had been staring at a shadowed individual sitting on a bed only a few feet across from her.
Of course, as she looked closer, she knew exactly who sat before her. The pitch black hair, the jagged scar that told a story which laid across his eye...
and the angry yet sad eyes she just never could forget.
“Hello Ben,” she replied.