"By the moon..." Isleen whispered from where she sat, covering her mouth with her hands. "I... I think I've met that girl before. Once. She was so nice to me but we never had the chance to talk again."
Kylo's eyes twitched. He clenched his jaw as he held his chest, in a desperate move to control his breathing. This couldn't be happening.
Dew... His Dew... Was dead.
"Fuck..." He muttered as he brushed his hand through his hair. "Fuck!" He yelled out, as he moved toward a sofa.
He kicked it, managing to move it to the other side of the living room in the process. Isleen jumped out of where she sat, startled.
"K–Kylo?" She muttered with a shaky tone. "Kylo, is something wrong?"
He ignored her as he paced around the living room. He felt his eyes stinging and getting hot. With tears.
Soon enough, the tears started streaming down like a river.