Cruel Destiny | Kylo Ren

The Force

Kylo Ren had woken me up the next morning–or so it seemed. Not with a gentle touch or a timid voice, but rather just turning on my bedroom light and leaving. I had almost expected to awaken to the suns beaming out my bedroom window once again, but it was just the ceiling's illuminance tricking me from beneath closed lids.

My eyes lazily roll open, glazed over with the remnants of a dream that was harshly better than my reality like all dreams are. Cursing to myself quietly, I trudge out of bed and rub the remainder of sleep from my eyes–my dream flashing before me as I do so, but I don't pay it much attention as I know the memory of my dream will soon fade, locking itself away in the box where all the other forgotten memories are.

There was no night or day in outer-space and there was no sunshine to rise over my head out here. The only brilliance in the velvet dark is the light of the stars: perhaps a promise that even when I yearn for the warmth of any sun, there will always be those same stars to bring hope for a new hour.

It was only the first hours of time and yet Kylo Ren had woken me for reasons unknown. I yawn and stretch my arms above my head, cleaning myself up and getting dressed. As I had suspected, he stood beside the window as if that's where he prefers to stay forevermore. 

When I walk up from behind him, I watch his gaze follow me in the reflection but I pay it no mind. I don't mention our previous bickering as I have never done since I had met him, instead, I only look out into the stars as he did every-day, and pretend as if I am not plagued by fear whenever I am around him.

The stars shine upon us and I wondered what he saw in them, and if he understood the gleaming orbits differently to most. I tried to find something out there to calm my nerves but the black only swallows up my craving for day, morphing the colours into brilliant whites and draining the rest into nothing at all.

"You're ready," Kylo doesn't ask but rather states.

When I glance to him once more, he looks somewhat different but I couldn't place my finger on what it could possibly be. So instead I just nod, meeting his now ever-present stare.

"Yes, but I do not know what for..." I protest with a small smile so he doesn't take my words the wrong way and kill me. When he doesn't smile back at me though, is when mine faults.

"I thought you wished to learn of the force," He states, raising his eyebrows to display those eyes of magnificent brown, "Do you not wish to anymore?"

I didn't particularly want to spend anytime which I didn't have to with Kylo Ren, especially when he was in one of his raging moods that was as a guaranteed and given, every-time I had spoken with him. But I recall those precious moments before fury took a hold of him in it's firm grasp and how I could almost bask beneath that warmth he allowed sometimes live in his eyes, which seemed somehow brighter than any suns in the universe–but again, that was probably just the childish part in my soul which yearned to be close to his attraction.

"No, I do," I shake my head but it feels wrong so I change it to a nod mid-way through, like some crazy person would. "Please, Kylo Ren."

His name almost feels foreign on my tongue and leaves a bad taste like I wasn't supposed to say it unless it held a purpose; but he didn't curse me out or threaten my life at the sound of it. Instead, he just nodded his head slightly, a small tug shown upon the corners of his lips that didn't look out of place for once.