The Force of Love.

Chapter Three

-later-

Rey's POV-
It's late now, and I'm a bit hungry. I'm still sitting on the floor, were I have been for the past few hours. Coming up with endless escape plans that will never work. It's a good way to pass time though. Suddenly I heard the slide of the bolt in the door and it creaked open.  Kylo came in, his mask wasn't on anymore. In his hands was a tray of food which he set on my bed.
"Dinner." He said.  Then he paused and asked,
"Have you been sitting there the whole time?"
"Yes, is that a problem?" I fired back.
"Well it's been about 6 hours since I captured you, that's a long time to just sit..."
I was fed up with him. "Do you suggest I be doing something else? Reading a book or training?" I said in a snarky tone.
Only then did he look around, and realize that my cell was bare except for my cot and gown.
He then left my cell, door still ajar. Confused, I got up and peered out. I saw his bed, a big and soft, with a black headboard. I saw his desk, the same black wood that was his headboard, his walk In closet, kitchen and bookshelf. He was standing at the bookshelf and he pulled a red covered book off, and turned.
"Get back in there." He said. And I turned and stepped back in. I sat on the bed, and he came in.
"A book for you." He said. Then he set it next to me, turned, and left, locking the door behind him.

Kylo's POV-
I don't know why I gave her the book, showing compassion is a weakness. But I felt bad that she had nothing to do all that time. That was my favorite book when I was a kid. It was a history book that told the story of my parents lives. From growing up, meeting, battling my grandfather, I loved every second of it.
It was late now, so I changed into a black sleeping robe, and went to bed.

Rey's POV-
I finished the dinner Kylo brought me, and changed into my nightdress. It was very late now but I couldn't sleep, so I was reading the book he brought me. But suddenly in my drowsy state I sat up.
There was murmurs of pain and shouts coming from Kylo's room. I didn't know what I was doing, but I slipped out of bed and went to my cell door. As my hand hit the handle I was shocked to find it unlocked. Confused and a bit scared, I opened the door quietly. As I stepped into his room I saw that the screams and murmurs of pain were coming from him.
He was writhing in his bed, his sheets a tangle around his legs, his pillows on the floor. He was having night terrors. I glanced at the door. I could just walk out. Leave and escape. But instead something drew me to his side. At my touch he calmed and was peaceful. So I sat on the edge of his bed and stroked his hair. It seemed to be soothing him. I closed my eyes. It was kind of relaxing.
Soon I felt my eyelids grow heavy......