Rey had been training for over a month. The same room, the same people, the same food, the same training. She was sick of it. Scavenging on Jaku looked better; at least there she got fresh air, even if it was in such a dry, hot climate. She missed the adventures of roaming the scrap ships buried in the sands of the Orange planet. Or talking with the shop merchants while she waited for her rations; it was a boring, simple life but it was better than this. Rey was on the verge of a physiological break down.
She heard the metal doors slide open, and the same heavy footsteps. She turned her head to the wall as Kylo shut the door.
"I want out." She said blatantly, keeping the that stare on the wall. Kylo stopped for a minute.
"No." He said without a move.
"I am not yours to control," She started to stand.
"Actually you are still a prisoner of the the first order, you cannot tell me anything!" He began to get frustrated.
"Why? Why are you doing this!" She stammered.
"Because I need to break you!" He clenched his fist.
Rey was speechless. What ever happened to him feeling proud? She didn't say a singal thing, she just stared in silence.
Kylo took off his helmet without a single word and began to walk toward Rey.
His footsteps echoed.
Her heart pounded.
They were less than inches away.
Kylo looked into her eyes ignoring the tear on her cheek.
With one final gaze, he leaned into her.
Their lips touched and stayed together.
She suddenly didn't miss Jaku anymore. His hands reached down to the small of her back and pulled her closer. Her arms went up and wrapped around the back of his neck.
Jaku was no longer her home. Her home was wherever he was.
