Never

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I looked up at him in fear, I still had my helmet on thank god. Because I would probably appear to be quivering in fear. But my fear was soon replaced by Anger.

   Why did he do this? Why did he betray his mother, his father. Why did he do this to me?

   I stared at the masked man that was once my best friend.

  "I said remove your helmet." 

   I reached up and tugged of the plastic helmet.

     My white hair fell around my face as i stared up at him.

   He was quiet.

    Suddenly he grabs my arm and dragged me along side him as he marched out of the ship. The storm Troopers  stared at me as I was dragged pitifully by him. I tried to regain my footing but kept stumbling because I was only tugged along  the long again by is forcefulness. 

     "Let me go." I growled with clenched teeth. I try to talk my arm from his grasp. But he was way too strong for me. I looked up at him and glared at his mask. Wishing so much that I could actually see his face.

      Did he look the same as he did in my dream? Why did I  even have a dream like that?

   Suddenly I was thrown into a chair behind a metal table. I looked up at his mask face giving him a glare.

    "What?" I sneered.

   "Have some respect." He snapped through his robotic voice. "You're just a coward behind a mask. If you really want is respect that he wouldn't wear a worthless piece of plastic over your face."

    His gloved fingers rose to the bottom of his mask as he pulled it off his face. His hair felon waves around his face. He had deep chocolate brown eyes. Just like the ones that used to melt under. But the warmth that was once in those beautiful eyes were now filled with anger and cold. He was still beautiful in every way. For this moment I still felt like I had my best friend.

       He was calm. Almost to calm for the story's from people about Kylo ren. His temper tantrums and viscousness traveled though many different story's of the people who had survived the village raids. And when I heard

    It was very odd. He stared at me quietly. Like he was examining me. "You talk? Or I talk? Um what's going on?" I said ask awkwardly while leaning back as he came closer to my face.

"Your personality haven't changed a bit." He said coolly. He took off one of his gloves and ran his finger tips across my cheek. Butterflies attached by stomach at the bizarre feeling of his fingers touching my skin.

"Why did you leave?" I whispered quietly. His fingertips fell from my face, making it cold and feeling bare. I wanted his touch. I stared into his eyes waiting for an answer. I played with the tips of my hair trying not to focus on the awkward tension that was so thick you could probably cut through it with a knife.

"Because I had to." He said simply, like it made perfect sense. I shook my head completely disappointed with the answer.

"No. You did not have to. You have to eat, breathe, drink, sleep. But you did not have to leave everyone you love." I said my voice steadily getting higher and higher," You didn't have to leave your mother, your father, that loved you so much. Your home. Your entire life!" I took a deep breath trying to push down the knot in my throat. I wanted to burst into tears right then and there. But couldn't let them win. Not this time. I was going to make the first order pay for taking my best friend away. And if I had to kill Kylo ren to get Ben back. Then so be it.

"But the worst of it. Is that your terrified. Your terrified of failing. Of failing everyone. You're afraid of death. Your afraid of people to be stronger than you. But The problem that there's people that are already stronger than you." I sneered. I didn't one word that was coming out of my mouth.

        He pulled on his mask without another word. He called the storm troopers and told them to take me away.

     I was harshly grabbed my my arms as I was pulled from the room. I screamed and thrashed against there tough and painful grip.

I was tossed into a room and the door slammed behind me. The room was sickly white. I looked around the room scrunching my nose at the crisp clean white walls.

I sighed and jumped onto the bed in my back.

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It's been 50 days. That's 7 weeks. 7 weeks with out direct human contact. I was going crazy. I was seeing things and hearing things.

I knew I was being watched because of the small camera in the corner of the room. I didn't want to know who was warthog me every second. Watching my every move. Watching me sleep. Watching me eat.

I growled and clawed at my hair. I let out and enraged scream as the small chair started to shake violently. The bed gave a small quiver, but suddenly stopped.

I stared at the chair in awe and ran my fingers through the sheets. Did I cause that?

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Kylo Rens POV

She was perfect. Unflawed. Her white hair was basic. Yet enchanting.

She was fire. Yet calm like the ocean.

And I needed her back. I needed her like I needed air. I needed to touch her soft skin. I needed to smell her beautiful hair. I needed to hear her voice. I needed her. I missed her.

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I stared at the white walls in boredom. I was going crazy. I was still seeing things and hearing things. I needed direct human contact.

    The door opened to show two stormtroopers with handcuffs. They clasped my wrists in the cool metal harshly as they dragged me down the halls to wear ever.

      The door was opened to reveal a room.

The room was a cold hard black. The warmth was captivating throughout the cold colored room.

A black bed was placed in the center of the room with cream colored pillows neatly assembled on the bed. A dresser was placed by a door that I assumed led into the bathroom.

I walked toward the door and pulled it opens to reveal a plain bathroom with a very large shower.

I locked the door and peeled off my sticky, sweaty clothing and turned on the warm shower water.

The mirror began to fog up from the warm water. I ran my hand over a spot on the mirror and stared at myself.

My Snow White hair cascaded down my shoulders. I gazed at my icy blue eyes with curiosity. I never knew my parents. I was taken in by nice people when I was young. But I never felt really at home.

I always wonders who my parents were. Why they gave me up. If their still alive.

I sighed and stepped into the steamy shower and let the water fall drip down my shoulders. I slid down the glass wall in the shower, closing my eyes. Wishing that I was home.