-Reylo-Broken Inside

Cold

Kylo Ren's POV:
I woke with a jolt, an ache in my chest feeling like I couldn't breathe. I'd kicked off the sheets and my bare chest was coated in chills. I could feel something was wrong. Not with me, or with the Empire, but something. My room was dark, cold. My jaw was clenched, and my hair in tangles. As I laid back down I tried to push away the thought of harm, and danger. I closed my eyes but anxiety grew in my chest and I couldn't ignore it. I put on the dark clothing and thick boots, and stepped outside the walls that kept me safe and secluded. The Base was quiet, the night was cold. As I walked through the quiet hallways I got nods from the occasional stormtrooper. I ordered a team to be ordered at once, something was happening. I stepped on the ship, unsure if my actions had been correct, orderly. I went with it. As I thought through my head of places to go all I saw was white, all I felt was cold. I ordered the pilot to go to the nearest, flattest, coldest planet, and we were there within two hours. As the ship came to a hault, I ordered for search parties in every direction, me taking my own path.

It was freezing, below zero, and the cold seemed to blister my face. What I was wearing was not warm enough, but I fought through it. I followed my head through directions, and pictures that almost looked identical until I saw a billow of smoke, small, but visible. As I hurried toward the wreckage I only found a small piece of ship, and a small figure a hundred yards from it, bare in the snow. It felt like a brick wall hitting me as I soon found who it was without seeing her face. We were connected in an odd way, that much I knew, but I never thought it would take me this far. She'd been on the Millennium Falcon, it'd finally crashed as the piece of garbage it was. I dashed towards the girl, and looked at her fragile, frozen body. She was bruised in a number of places, and blood covered her body. She was deep in the snow, and it had began to bury her. I debated whether or not to leave her out to die, or to protect her, help her. I went with the option that went against everything I believed. I picked her up carefully, who knew what had happened to her. As I carried her back to the ship I could feel her body cold, and nearly lifeless. Her small body was cradled against mine, her hands gripping the cloak that hung around my shoulders. I walked up the metal stares to see men staring at me, probably confused. I carried her to my room, laying her on the firm bed. I called everyone back, saying that our mission was over. As I hurried back to my room I turned the heat up immensely, and placed blankets over the girl. I removed the mask, and all of the excessive clothing, and ran my hands through my hair. What was I doing? This was not me, this was not the dark Sith Lord I was training to be. I went to the bathroom, getting a rag to wipe the blood. It was warm water, it felt nice after the cold storm. I slowly removed the stain from her tanned skin, it returning on her stomach. After a half hour I'd had a medical personnel stitch her up and change her clothing, she'd had two broken ribs and a badly bruised tailbone and the gash in her stomach. She would heal, in time though. The though has me relief, and I didn't know why, after what shed done to me I should have left her in the snow, to die.

I placed her under the sheets in my bedroom, her body shaking from the cold. She was asleep, but probably in pain. There was nothing I could do to help her. But everything inside of me ached to help her, no matter what side she was on, who she fought for. As I sat across the bed from her, her hair fell over her face, slightly blowing when she would breathe.  Instinctively I sat up, and tucked it behind her ear. She was a beautiful girl, but I couldn't catch feelings. She was the enemy. I was the enemy. There was nothing that could change that.