I follow her into the room and we sit on the bed. Rey turns to me and opens her mouth about to say something, but stops. Before I know what I was doing, I smashed my lips against her's. Rey's hesitant at first, but then deepens the kiss. "I love you, my little Rey of darkness," I say against her lips. ---------------------------------------------------------- I would like to dedicate this book to @BabyKangaroo_FanFica

The light had finally won against the dark. Peace was restored, or so she thought. Rey struggles against justice and an illusion of it. Can she possibly choose the right side? Or will her feelings get in the way? Lol I would tell you but then you wouldn't read my book. (I don't own Star Wars, this is a fanfic. If ya don't like it, don't read it.)

A month has passed since the death of Han Solo. A month since Star Killer Base was destroyed. A month since Finn nearly died battling Kylo Ren. A month since I found Luke Skywalker, and he agreed to train me. The month has not been kind, with the Republic gone, the First Order has risen while the Resistance has been diminished to staggeringly small number. And all this time i have tried to ignore the flood of grief for the father that I never had, and now never will have. This story is dedicated to jjs797 because without her I never would have started this book.