Chapter 8

Kylo POV  

I jump up from the bed, my heart pounding. I took over to my left and see Rey. Relief rushes over me. 

As I'm sitting up, I wipe the sweat on my face away. The dream was so surreal.

I breathe calmly, trying to slow my heart rate down.

I try to close my eyes but every time I do, I see the light saber impaling her and the expression of love she gave while it happened.

I know it's just a dream though I can't help but think it's real. I don't even want to think about Rey dying, let alone see it. I don't know what I'd do if she were to die.

Seeing myself kill her, exactly like I did to my father is heart wrenching. I regret it so much and I feel like it's haunting me. I can't escape it. If I could take anything back it would be killing Han. The fact that Rey could even forgive me for what I did is beyond shocking.

I should let her go. I could be the cause of her death.

As I put my hands on my chest while laying down, Rey turns over.

Her hair lays across her face messily in stray strands.

She's so beautiful.

It's all Every move she makes causes my heart to beat a little bit faster. Why? I'm a commander for her enemy and she's a scavenger. We couldn't be more different.

I run my thumb across her cheek.

She opens her eyes tiredly and looks at me. Not with a smirk or smile, she just looks. I feel as though she sees right through me.

"Ben," She whispers slowly, closing her eyes. She seems to say my birth name for no reason, maybe just to see what it's like. I cringe at it.

Her breathing slows, which I'm assuming is because she fell asleep again.

I turn away from her and close my eyes, even though I won't be able to sleep.