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Author's Note: This isn't perfect. It didn't exactly come out the way I wanted it to. Though, this is the best I could do. This is only my second story. Contains OOC. There will be spelling and grammatical errors. I didn't have much time to edit. May come off as choppy and is a bit short.
In memory of Carrie Fisher.
Drowned in Moonlight
Heat and the smell of perspiration filled the room. The crackle and sizzle of a lightsaber filled the air. The Force was strong in the room, surrounding a single man.
Kylo Ren stood with lightsaber in hand, panting. His dark, curly hair stuck to his brow as sweat poured down his body. He stood straight up and raised his lightsaber for a strike. Repeating his katas, Kylo moved with ferocity. The Force swirled around him, clinging to his body as it guided him. He paused, moving into the next kata when it hit him.
A disturbance.
A strong one.
Kylo let out a strangled gasp. The pain. A crushing, gut wrenching sensation filled his body. Something had been ripped from him, viscously. He dropped his lightsaber to the ground and his legs gave out. Kylo knelt hardly on the ground as the smell of burning metal filled his nostrils. A gaping hole was felt in the Force. Something-someone- was gone.
"Mom," was the strangled cry Kylo gave.
She wasn't there. He couldn't feel her. He reached out through the Force. He searched and searched, refusing the reality. Time held no consequence as he searched the Force. Soon he came to the conclusion he didn't want. Kylo bowed his head, she was gone.
Gone.
"No," was the whisper that fell from his lips.
"No," was the louder cry filled with a cold, solid emotion.
The metal walls of the room let out a groan as the walls began to crush under the weight of the Force. The equipment in the room began to crush in on itself or explode. Shrapnel filled the room and littered the floor. A few stray pieces even grazed the only person in the room. Throughout the ship equipment began to go haywire and crush down on itself. Though nothing compared to the strangled cry that sounded out.
The cry was loud and terrible, filled with heart-wrenching sorrow. Kylo kneeled on the floor with his head and forearms touching the floor. His tears ran down his face, staining his cheeks, before falling to the metal of the floor. They gathered in a pool and with each new tear the pool grew and rippled. The tears were rapid and constant as Kylo's chest heaved up and down.
In those moments, Ben Solo shone outwards as the mask of Kylo Ren retreated away. The tears and cries remained strong and constant before, as time went on, he began to wear himself out. They slowed down as the sound of heavy, heaving breaths filled the room.
Soon, Ben found himself sitting in silence. He sat in shock as the Force curled around his body and presence. She was gone, and she couldn't come back.
"I love you, Ben." The warm voice said.
"I love you too, Mom." A young, voice said as warm arms enveloped him.
In those moments and onwards a small piece of Ben Solo shone through Kylo Ren, Knight of Ren. There was a chance. A small chance. A chance that Ben Solo was coming back. There was hope. And it came through the passing of his mother, Leia Organa Solo.
"May the Force be with you, Mom."
Goodbye Princess, Your Worship, Your Highness, General, and, most of all, Space Mom. We love you and we'll miss you. -Miss Corrine