Rey was three months pregnant. Her health was remarkable for a pregnant fighter. She was happy with Ben. The base was beginning to be her home. She loved Ben. She felt safe in the crossroads of light and dark. She was grey. But no one can stay grey forever. One side will pull you to it. The battle will make you weary, take a toll on your body. The force will beg you to pick. You'll be caught in an internal battle, the force will claw at your mind and heart. You'll question your sanity. This is what drove Darth Vader to hate and madness. And Rey was on that path.
"Ben!" She screamed. "Ben come here!"
He rushed into the bathroom and saw blood on the floor. "Rey-"
She stood in a puddle of blood, a fetus between her legs. "I-I-I-" She chokes out. "I miscarried, Ben!"
He grabbed her and held her as she stared at the fetus. Blood covered her legs. He grabbed the fetus and cleaned the blood off as she wiped the floor. "We can bury it." He whispered to her.
You can't stay grey forever. And neither can Rey.
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Forgotten
Romance((completed)) To Rey, the bond has been broken between her and Ben. He's returned to the harsh Kylo Ren and forgotten of her. But is what lays in her head the truth?
