I don't own Star Wars. I'm only writing what I think should happen after TROS
This is a continuation from where TROS left off. It will have some Reylo. THIS IS MY FIRST FIC. I KNOW IT MIGHT BE BAD BUT IM TRYING MY BEST lol️
This fic will change POV. I will put who's POV it is before the shift.
Chapter 1
Rey's POV
Rey woke with tears in her eyes and was drenched with sweat. She heard Ben's voice reverberating in her head. I will always be with you. The last words she would ever hear from him.Those words haunted her dreams.
Rey looked over to her clock and it read 2:38. She was wide awake at this point and had no intention of returning to her nightmares. There has to be something for me to do. She glanced over to her workbench. Her unfinished lightsaber hilt lay there almost looking smug. She's been working on that stupid thing for months. She sighed and swung her legs over the side of her cot. The floor was cool under her bare feet. She stood up and felt her legs wobble uncontrollably. Rey placed both hands on a chair to steady herself. She picked up a small blanket and swung it over her shoulders. Why do they have to keep this place so cold?
She stumbled over the various things on her floor. She hadn't cleaned her room since she returned from Exegol. Palpatine taking most of her life force really took a toll on her and dying didn't really help either.
Sleeping has taken up most of her time for the past week. Nightmares often accompanied her much needed rest. They were mostly about Ben. She couldn't shake the feeling that the dreams were trying to tell her something though.
Rey sat down on the stool in front of her workbench and stared at the hilt. She finally decided to work on the stabilizer. Working on things always helped clear her mind. Focusing on something other than her problems probably wasn't the healthiest option. She sighed and pushed the thought away completely.
Rey worked on the hilt until the sky was a faint pink color. Her eyes were burning and her hands were shaking. She needed to finish this stupid hilt. She still had Luke and Leia's sabers but she felt guilty using them. To keep the unwanted feeling from surfacing, she kept the sabers in a protected box. She had to do something with them but she couldn't decide what.
Rey heard a faint knock on her door. She ignored it and kept working on her hilt. Another knock came from the door. This time it was a little more insistent. Thinking it wasn't important, she ignored it once more. Instead of hearing another round of knocking, Rey heard the door to her room open. She put her head in her hands in frustration and tried her best to ignore whoever entered her room. There was a tap on her shoulder. "Rey?" It was Finn's voice. "Rey?" He asked once more this time nudging her shoulder. Rey looked up with an unpleasant look on her face and met Finn's gaze. Worry was written all over his face. "Rey, are you okay? I haven't seen you in days." He said, "Have you even visited the med-bay since you've been back?" Rey shook her head slightly.
Realization hit her that she hadn't really taken care of herself. She couldn't really do anything now that Ben was gone. Hell, she still had the same clothes on that she wore to Exegol. She felt her hair and it was greasy and tangled. Finn pointed to the refresher and said "Shower. Now."
Rey complied and started to stand up from her stool and felt her legs give out. She collapsed onto to the cold floor and her vision faded into a comforting black.
Author Notes
Hello! I know this chapter is short but I plan on continuing and hopefully have longer chapters in the future. Thank you for reading!