Not What You Wanted • Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Not What You Wanted

The rain pelted her as she lightly jogged towards the small but comfy apartment where her boyfriend resided. Her plane had landed just over an hour ago and she'd just gotten out of the taxi to walk the remaining two blocks to his home. The traffic was terrible and Rey just couldn't wait anymore to see him.

After being away for two weeks due to a business trip in San Diego, Rey missed her boyfriend desperately. Things were going well with Eric. He was tall and handsome and seemed to care for her enough. He'd recently lavished her with a trip to Key West where they seemed to spend more time in the room than on the beach. Or rather, more time in bed than on the beach.

She wanted to tell him how she felt-- that she loved him. But every time the words threatened to spill over her lips, something stopped her. She didn't know what it was, but something within her told her it wasn't right. That it would ruin everything and doing it would just fuck everything up between them.

Her feet ached as they pounded against the concrete, tired from standing in line at the airport. She had it all gamed out: she'd walk in and see Eric waiting for her and throw herself into his arms and tell him she loved him. For now she would ignore the voice in her head telling her everything was wrong. Rey was going for it because she was ready for the next step and she had a feeling he was too.

She saw the signs: he'd been ready to take their relationship to another level way before she was. It took her a year after he asked to finally decide to move in with him. She still had her apartment and kept up with rent with Eric's aid.

But Rey was ready now. She was ready to display her true feelings for this man who seemed to change her life and continue to make it better everyday.

She was relieved when she reached the complex and made it into the elevator. She shook physically, trying to rid herself of the water that coated her clothes as if it would help. But it was already soaked through the fabric. Only a dryer would fix it now.

After digging through her purse and recognizing the small piece of metal, she pushed the key into the door of apartment 321 and let herself in just like she always did.

"Eric, honey I'm home!" She called out as she slipped off her shoes and hung her coat on the hook. "Eric?" She said again when there was no response. After being left with silence again, she furrowed her brow as she concentrated on kicking her shoes to the corner.

"Where ar-"

A moment in time skipped when she finally looked up. All of the sudden she just felt cold. The heat wasn't running. She should've noticed...

No

No no no not again please God not again

Gone. Everything was gone. The carpet, the furniture, the pictures. None of it was there anymore.

The only thing that Rey could make out in the space that wasn't just walls, was what looked to be a single piece of paper lying on the floor. Her hands trembled violently-- and not from the cold anymore-- as she walked deeper into the space and knelt on the cold hardwood floor. She picked up the paper and allowed a deep sob to escape her chest when she read over the seven words presented in front of her:

"I need more than this. I'm sorry."

Frantically, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number. Her breaths were shaky as she held the phone up to her ear. After about four rings, a male voice answered. But it wasn't Eric's.

"Hello?"

Rey's face distorted into confusion. "Hi, um, is Eric there by any chance?"

The line was silent for a moment.