Ch02
Kylo found himself in a familiar place, swirling within the successive dark waves that sucked him in and overflowed him at the same time and in their midst he melted away. It was once a nightmare, clawing at his soul. A place full of anger that fueled his hated while he was pushed by the swelling inky waves and he lost himself in a constant battle between light and dark and tried to let go.
This time, however, he felt something, something different and unexpected but familiar. He stopped and listened. At first, it was nothing but then he heard it. The wail of a girl resonated through the rough water. Her shouts of agony and fear grew louder by seconds. Dark whispers swirled around him, pointing him to the direction of a lone small figure. It was her.
"Rey…"
Kylo startled, struggling to swim beside her. Helpless. Useless. Powerless. He strained against the strong undertow and pushed forward. Shadows, Dark ones, light ones swirled around him and then dove down to Rey's sinking body. They surrounded her while others flowed back and forth to fight the tide. Kylo pushed, panicked. What was she doing here? Why? Her body was arched back, screaming soundlessly but it was deafening, heart-wrenching. He wanted to help her but the waves were moving in circular shapes, limiting his movements, snaking around his waist and hands and legs until he couldn't breathe and felt like choking.
Struggling. Moving.
All in vain.
Next, he was on the shore, breathing heavily, gasping for air. The darkness remained, cold on his skin. He coughed and gagged, then on his shaky legs he stood looking over the ocean. Muffled screams, came from the depths of darkness. Why was she here? Kylo could see her, still struggling, still drowning. He didn't move this time. Perhaps then she would know. His heart was pounding in his chest, telling him to go to her… to… to save her.
The waves pushed her close to the shore, pushed her away, toying with her as she swallowed dark water, spitting out, trying to get a hold of something. A stone, a branch, something to save herself.
Nothing.
Kylo watched her. "Give up Rey!" He shouted, his voice echoing in the empty space, repeating itself a thousand times. "It's easier this way!" He watched her beneath the waves, still fighting against the flow. He wasn't enjoying this, he was petrified, thinking how weak she'd become. She just had to accept it, perhaps it would hurt less when they both shared the same wound. "Just let go…" He uttered slowly but then her voice hit him like a lightning.
"NO!" A second he could swear he saw her near the shore and the next she was far away gone. He could sense the pain that seethed through her already torn body. Looking shocked, he strained his neck, looking past the waves. She wasn't there. A sudden thought struck him as he took a step closer, looking at the angry waves, before taking a deep breath and diving in.
"Rey!"
Kylo turned with the tide, sensing Rey's presence more than truly seeing her. He stretched his arms, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her dress before finally get a hold of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. Her eyes were closed, body still, so very still. Pulling her up to the surface, he got her to fresh air.
Then she coughed and hacked and turned onto her side to spew out the ocean she'd consumed. He then put his right hand under her neck, with another hand gently brushing her wet hair away from her face as her eyelashes started fluttering open. She was fascinating. Something, something about her drew him in. It was warm, soothing.
She looked at him with a face of confusion and a hint of fear that didn't last long. Slowly realizing where she was. Safe on the shore… with him, she understood, leaving him light and fluid.
"Thank you. " Said Kylo from somewhere down in the depths of his subconscious, the words came tumbling as her face softened, smiling. He couldn't be saved, he was far too gone to even but it felt good to save someone else, much better than wanting her to drown just to be at his side.
He slowly opened his eyes, still in bed, alone in a dark room at the First Order's base. He pushed the blanket away, feeling warm and strangely content. Closing his eyes, He thought that for the first time in many years, he might be getting a few hours of dreamless sleep.
A/N: Okay, so I decided to play with subconsciousness a little and bring out the symbolic elements to explore more into their relationship. Kylo still feels irredeemable but that's not the point of this story, we never know if he truly has redeemed yet or not. And also yeah we didn't have any lightsaber fixing in this chapter because I wanted to try something different with him. He probably won't be mentioning this to Rey, and we never know if Rey too had the same dream still though I think he's finding his way, feeling content and warm saving Rey from the same darkness that he thinks had drowned him.
Anyway ... I enjoy writing this and I hope you do as well,
Let me know what you think
Cheers,
Bella
