Author's Note: Hi everyone! It's been a while! I thought I would have this fanfic completed last year, but life happens. Anyways, if you're new to this story, I highly recommend reading the first story of Impulse. Otherwise, enjoy part 2! :) Please also note that this chapter is purposely short.

Chapter 1: The Girl

Kylo Ren furiously hurried to his room and automatically set his doors to lock. He hesitated... again. He could have killed her, but he didn't. The love of a mother, poured into his heart before he had the chance to press the button. It was that type of light, he tried to suppress, but no matter how much he tried to push it away, it always found a way to creep back inside him. Maybe he was weak after all, just as Snoke said.

"You have too much of your father's heart," the cold words pierced in his mind.

He buried his face into his hands and a deep taste of disgust filled his mouth. He was tired of being compared to his father. He wanted to be better, more powerful, and more stronger.

Ren walked over to his bed and quickly sat down. He breathed in and exhaled a deep sigh. He tried to recall all of his training and practice with the dark side. He thought he succeeded after stabbing his father, but he didn't feel proud for what he did. Although he didn't love his father, he also didn't hate him. And again, here Ren was back to square one, being pulled between light and dark. This frustrated him to no end, and he knew that unless he expelled all the light inside of him, would he be successful in mastering the dark side.

But is the darkness truly what he wanted?

The endless questions rattled his mind. His heart speaking one way, but his brain speaking another. He laid down on his bed and rested on his side. As he took another deep breath, he blinked once, and the face of a girl appeared in front of him. But when he blinked again she disappeared. He quickly sat up, shocked of what he saw. Was she in front of him? That can't be. Her face looked familiar though. It was at that moment, he felt a familiar warmth swell up inside him.

"No!" he cursed as he got off his bed and took a few steps away from it. He could feel himself fall back further into the light, but to his surprise, he wasn't disgusted at all.

As he tried to recall, he remembered the fight on Starkiller Base. It was her! The girl who wielded the lightsaber, that once belonged to him. He remembered seeing the anger and sadness in her eyes, but most of all the taste of defeat as he was knocked into the snow. Although a loss should cause him to be angry, he felt the complete opposite. He was more impressed by her skill, since she was from what he could tell, a beginner in the Force. But then something else began to bother him. When he blacked out during the fight, he vaguely remembered the words she said to him. Was it important? Why did she sound sad? She had a chance to kill him, but she didn't, she let him go. Why? And why is she appearing in front of him like an apparition? Was she using the Force?

"That's impossible. She can't be that strong," Ren thought. Are they connected somehow?

During training, as he got stronger, he remembered Snoke warning him that someone equal will rise in the light. Could it be this girl? His curiosity grew further.

He slowly approached the bed to see if she would appear once more. As he suspected, her figure slowly became apparent. After a few more steps forward, he could see her clearly now, full body and face, wearing the same outfit she wore when he first saw her. She was asleep somewhere, but here it looked like she was sleeping on his bed.

As he walked closer, he could feel his heart beating fast. He reached out his hand to try and touch her face, but she began to stir. He hesitated and watched her carefully. Will she see him? He slowly retreated his hand and took a careful quiet step back. She scratched her eyes and began to sit up, but the moment she opened her eyes, she completely faded away. His heart sank, he wondered if he would see her again. Suddenly to his surprise, he could feel tears swelling up in his eyes.

"W-Why?" he asked as he touched his lower eyelid and looked at the single tear sitting on top of his finger. He hadn't cried since he was a child, but even if he were to cry now, it wouldn't just be for anyone. It was a strange feeling and he felt like he missed her.

~to be continued...