All Fun and Games Until... (Ben Solo/Kylo Ren)

Chapter 27: When Push Comes to Shove

It felt like Diana carried a dark heavy cloud at the back of the bus. The bleak, drizzling rain pattering in the window amped up the tightening and heavy feeling goading dancing around her chest. 

When a person feels a brimming emotion, it clouds their judgement. They're not in the right state of mind to act as a therapist on themselves; pause for a while and ask themselves— what's wrong? and do you feel about that? 

They wallow. They tend to overplay their emotions to hurt themselves more. It's one of the human errors medicine has no cure.

So she didn't question why she felt so upset on Ben giving her a cold shoulder. She has the leisure to think about that some other time. 

Diana perfectly knows the concepts and theories of that subject. She's a neurosurgeon in the making. She knows what part of her brain works as of the moment and which is completely shut off. But for once, she wanted to bask that human error for a moment with any medical explanation to the side.

She even went far to think if she's not supposed to go to that Organa-Solo charity party for next week. Ben, for sure, wouldn't have any difficulty in finding her alternate. He could just showcase his eager, inviting, glossy magazine worthy-look to those interns at the hospital and he's already set. 

That's not the case for her, sadly. If Armie and Rose made amends, they'll be each other's dates. Finn and Poe are sure to walk together. It's maybe the small amount of introvertness in her but Diana doesn't have the courage to walk all alone in that kind of gathering where the huge names and intimidating medical legends are prancing around the room.

She didn't have the energy to pull out her earbuds and blast some AC/DC for fuel rage. Diana only wanted to watch how the raindrops slide on the glass as she planned her whole sad, Friday night. Maybe tonight she'll be able to finally do the Penne alla Vodka pasta she has been dying to make. Impeccable timing as well. "Or just vodka" , she tilted her head to the side as she entertained her own suggestion. 

And truthfully, watching something in the deep ends of the cable TV about some human marrying a car or a ferris wheel sounded so good tonight. 

The train finally pulled over at her stop, it's only a quick walk to King Street Station. Her deep and almost sorrowful thinking made her forget to pull out her umbrella. 

"Shit." Diana muttered, looking down as she semi-aggressively pulled out of her tote. It's not a very bright idea to find your umbrella when you're stepping out of the bus.

But before she could reach for it deep down in her bag, the raindrops magically repelled her entire body. Diana thought that the sky is doing her a favor due to her situation.

When she looked up to confirm her theory, she realized that it's not the sky she should be thanking for.

The words of her gratuity should be said to the large man with an evidently annoyed and confused face holding an umbrella on top of her. The man who's been leaning on the door of his car for thirty-three minutes now as he waited for her bus to pull up. Because as soon as he realized that Diana left the premises of Alderaan Grace without him, he floored his Porsche before she could even reach the train station.