Rid Of Him For Good (A Reylo Story)

Chapter Seven

CHAPTER 7

Poe woke up before dawn, his restless sleep punctuated by fleeting dreams of loss and abandonment. He lay in bed for a moment, trying to shake off the lingering sense of unease, but it only seemed to intensify as he swung his legs over the side of the bunk.

He groggily tried to remember how he had gotten back to his bunk, as his memory was sparse and blurry. The pounding in his head told him that the culprit for this temporary amnesia was the Whiskey from the previous night. He had a faint recollection of Finn coming back to the campfire, of Finn leading him back to the Base and depositing him in his bed, but he struggled to remember the rest. He popped a few painkillers, and sat, waiting for the effects to kick in.

His quarters were sparse, but comfortable, a small sanctuary amidst the chaos of the rebel base right now. Yet, on this particular morning, the walls felt suffocating, closing in on him with a claustrophobic grip.

He stood up once the pain in his head subsided, and began to pace back and forth across the small room, his footsteps echoing off the walls. The silence was oppressive, and Poe found himself longing for the familiar hum of his ship's engines, the rush of the wind, and the freedom of the skies. His quarters, once a haven, now felt like confinement, a reminder of his current grounded state.

Poe paced across the room, his thoughts swirling like a maelstrom. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was losing something precious, something he had only just begun to understand. His mind wandered to the events of the previous day, the farewell that he was about to endure fresh in his thoughts. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, knowing that his friend was starting a new chapter in her life, one that didn't include him.

The thought only added to his restlessness, and he found himself yearning for a distraction, something to take his mind off the emptiness that had been plaguing him. Rey, with her fierce determination and unwavering compassion, had become a beacon of hope in the darkness. And now, she was leaving, venturing into the unknown with a man who had once been the embodiment of evil. His anxiety had lessened dramatically since his late-night conversation with Ren, but he still felt uneasy about sending Rey off to who knows where without knowing her location, or even knowing if she was alright. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was failing her in some way.

Poe's eyes fell on a small holographic display on his desk, showing an image of the galaxy, a small trinket he kept from his days as a spice runner. He thought about all the unknown dangers that lurked out there, and his anxiety reared its ugly face again. He hoped that Rey would be safe, that she would find what she was looking for, but the uncertainty was eating away at him. As he stared, a message popped up on its tiny screen, and he squinted to read the message it procured.

Poe,

The Falcon is being prepared for departure a few klicks west of the cabin. Follow the same trail, and you'll find us. I'm preoccupied with Chewie at the moment, but I hope to see you there soon.

-Leia

Poe marked the message as read, and then resumed his sporadic walking. As he paced feverishly, his thoughts turned to his own feelings. He had always prided himself on his independence, his ability to face danger with a quip and a charming smile. But the truth was, he had grown attached to Rey, to her strength and her vulnerability.

Finally, he could no longer contain his restlessness. He grabbed his jacket and headed out into the predawn darkness. He paused suddenly, looking at his desk, where a small metal device lay. He had been contemplating it all night, tossing and turning feverishly as he weighed the outcomes in his mind. 'Do I really trust Ren enough to give him that?' He thought. He remembered their conversation by the fire the previous night. He remembered the look of vulnerability gleaming in his eye. The look of truth.