Feeling sick, Rey slunk back to the meeting to grab her work bag. She stuck her laptop in it and excused herself. She couldn't look at bed.
"Wait," Ben called.
She didn't wait. She couldn't. Her destiny as his soulmate would not allow her to wait on him. She wanted nothing to do with him.
"Sorry, late," she tossed over her shoulder as she ran from him.
Ben had long legs, though, and he caught up with her. Grabbed her arm, pulled her up short.
Her bag fell off her shoulder and hit the floor. Ben leaned down to help Rey pick it up.
"Leave it, please," she said, as she could not bear to have him so close.
He smelled like spice and soap.
"I feel it, too," he said, looking at her. "My wrist burns."
He pulled up the sleeve of his suit coat and showed her the welts. "It's you, right? It hurt worse when I touched you. You're Rey."
"Yes," she whispered. "But I don't want to be. I don't want to be tied to you." She turned and walked away.
"Wait, wait," Ben said. "I don't even know you." He jogged to keep up with Rey. "Why don't you want me? I don't understand."
Rey stopped in front of her office door. "Look, it's nothing personal. Well, it is something personal. I don't want to be tied down. I want to choose my own person, but I can't. Now I am bonded. To you. I waited so long, I thought it wouldn't happen."
"It happens to us all, Rey," Ben said. "It just does. We have no control. We just have to wait and see what happens."
"I don't like you," Rey said, wildly. She unlocked her office door and stepped inside. "I don't know what to do."
Ben stood outside with no expression. "You won't try, then? You would rather..."
"Wait for an eternity." She shut the door in his face.
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Vision
Fanfiction"Vision" is a bit of a departure for me. Told in a poetic style, this brief story is about Rey meeting writer Ben Solo, whose Dark Side manifests as sad and depressing prose. He is her soulmate, but she refuses to tie herself to someone like him...
