What felt like hours went by. I heard people running past my door in different thump of boots vibrated my door just enough to notice obvious action outside of it. Out the window, it was a dark endless void with sparks of light in the distant. The blinding light of the room was ever persistent. Another round of boots went by the door. More this time.

If I could just swing my feet down, I could get in the wheelchair. Like a magical force, something gave me the strength to stand long enough to get into the wheelchair. The black dress hung on every inch of skin. I pulled the small blanket that was across a chair for coverage. I never noticed how little clothing I actually had on. The small straps clung to my shoulders holding up the rest of the dress. The blanket could cover the bareness of my shoulders and keep some decency around. I remembered at least not to be running around naked. I thought that was a good start.

I rushed to the door. Going in a straight line was easy, maneuvering through the door was much harder. The hall was empty now. No men or women were running past the door. It was quiet. Within the hall there were scorched lines down the wall, crisscrossing in every direction. I instinctively reached out to touch the scarred metal and found it smooth. Whatever struck it melted any remnants of sharpness.

Rolling down the hall exhausted all effort of my body. The end of the hall was quite close with only one other door. A hallway leading to the right before the door was open and lit. That hallway split off into three different directions. It was like a maze that I was sure to get lost. I had to remember that I was in the last hallway, second door over. Which way to go? Straight, right, or left? Finally, two people in armored white suits walked down the right hall. They were not running or rushing anywhere.

"Excuse me. Can you help me?" I asked a little too loudly. Both walked straight toward me and my wheelchair.

"Yes Ma'am." Maybe I had authority here? A more feminine voice spoke through the hardness of the suit.

"Um... Can you tell me what's going on? There have been people running down this hall? Kylo Ren was supposed to be coming back? Do you know where he is?"

"The Supreme Leader ma'am? I believe General Hux insisted he go to the command center. The running might have been from patrols, ma'am." The more manly voice answered next.

"General Hux?" Should I go to the command center to find Kylo? Why did I feel so drawn to him? Would these two soldiers know who I am?

"Yes, ma'am. He is second in command."

I should learn who these people are if I am under their protection on this ship. "Can you take me to the command center?" The two armored people looked at each other as if they were telling inaudible secrets.

"Well ma'am, I don't believe we can."

"Why not?" Shock interceded my question and it came out more as a yell.

The two soldiers took a step away from my wheelchair like they felt an invisible wind taking them off their balance. I didn't even hear the heavy footsteps from behind me until he spoke. "Go." The overpowering voice demanded very much the same way he had talked to everyone else, except for me. Something either happened between us, or I was overthinking my situation. Could I be a soldier here? Did he sweep me off my feet? Did I go crawling to him in the middle of the night or am I am nobody with an overactive imagination.

Kylo Ren's hands grasp the handles on my wheelchair as he pulled me back to my room. His voice quiet and the warmth of his breath to close to my ear. "You didn't lose your temper."

We walked into the white room. He helped me out of the wheelchair with a hand on my hand and one on my waist. Everything felt too close with him even though I didn't really know anything about my entire situation. A table had been placed right where the wall had also been fixed from Kylo's own temper. The table was covered in what I could only be assumed as food. I recognized the bread but everything else looked like a colorful assortment.

The metal chair had been replaced with one more comfortable looking. Under the window, a dresser had been added. I noticed a door opened through what was a plain wall across my bed. I could hear the scrape of his gloves moving around. It must be a nervous tick because he is often touching his own hands over and over again.

"I brought food." His nervous tone hinged on a shy persona as he walked from the table to the bed. The times that I saw him talking to anyone else his voice was powerful and demanding. Every time he talked to me it sounded as those his words would break me so he would purposely try to soften them. Was I too breakable?

"I think I was stronger than you treat me. Stubborn too." Trying to remember any aspects of myself were like a puzzle where the pieces never fit together. I was letting the little voice of conscious inside my head and going off of pure instinct. "I have scars over my body. I must have fought a lot. Was I a soldier?"

He said my name but it sounded almost foreign like I hadn't quite recognized it yet. "You did fight like a soldier of some kind. You are strong and stubborn." He shifted. "Weakness right now does not define you. You will be strong again. I will make sure of it." He was serious. His mood always changed like he was also trying to figure out who he was as well. He was both soft and forceful. It was like he could not find a balance in his life for either.

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" He sat in the new chair looking less comfortable than I would like.

"Nevermind." I adjusted the topic to a burning question that still remained unanswered. "So what is our relationship? Why are you so nice to me?" No reason to avoid the obvious questions since he was shifting uncomfortably already.

"I'm your enemy." He spoke firmly and it didn't seem like he was joking. His face downturned, his eyes looking at his fumbling hands, and his mouth in a hard-pressed line.

"No, really. I would honestly like to know. Being left the dark is not fun."

With a straight face, he answered again. "You hate me. You rejected me. I am your enemy" He took his glove off and placed his hands on mine. "I asked you to stay with me. We were fighting together but you held on to your past. After everything happened you were gone." His voice almost whispering.

He was sitting so close. I could feel the warmth of his hand against mine. It was such a simple action but it spread over my entire body.

"If I should hate you, why are you so nice to me?" He had a temper. He used people over for anything he wanted and if he didn't get it then they or the surrounding areas were punished. Yet he was so nice, kind, warm to me. Why? If I was such a torment to him why? His eyes continued to look down at the hand he was grasping without his gloves. Could he feel the same way about me that I feel about him, even when he knows our past? "Why me?"

He took an audible breath in as to explain in a long-winded monologue but no words came out. His eyes raised from our mingled hands to meet my gaze. His lips slightly parted. I was still so full of questions and it seemed he was lost for answers. "I...I don't know. You yelled at me, blamed me, but you also talked to me. You wanted to change everything about me and lead me away from the darkness. You don't even know the power that you have. But I have killed your friends again and again. You should be scared of me, hate me, yet here you are, lying in a bed letting me tell you these awful things and you haven't asked me to leave yet. I should ask why you are so enthralled with a man you don't know."

"I see light in you. It's warm and calming. You are temperamental to say the least, but there is something there that is not completely covered in darkness. Its like I feel a power. I know that doesn't make sense but I feel like we have or had a connection. I know so little it's hard to not get frustrated at this whole thing. Here I am thinking that I am secretly a princess with a badass skill of some sort with you always around but you are telling me that everything is wrong. How can I be so wrong when everything seems to fit in place? "

Kylo grabbed the crumpled gloves out of his lap. "You have so much to learn. How do I explain everything that you were." He stood up and walked towards the door. "Get some rest. We start tomorrow."

My hand felt cold and the room suddenly colder, bigger than I remember. It was too quiet. I needed answers and Kylo left without giving me enough and treated me softly and fragile. All the information he must know about me, he could have told me. All the questions I still had pounded in my head. If I personally knew, fought, and had a relationship with the Supreme Leader, I must know the second in charge. Right? What was his name? General Hux.

Pulling the blankets off of my body, I walked heavily toward the table with food. Kylo didn't even stay to eat with me. I didn't know if everything was edible. The familiar bread loaf seemed the safest. Crumbs feel from ripping the bread into more manageable pieces. Somehow it was still warm and expressed the most comforting smell. It was soft, fresh and was both sweet and slightly sour; the most amazing thing I am sure I have ever tasted.

I felt stronger immediately however my legs still shuffled to move me forward. The dresser by the window had every item all in black. Black pants, shirt, and jacket seemed suitable enough for a little chat with Hux. Sitting down on the bed before I put the boots on, I decided that maybe I should wait until the morning for my answers. Undoing everything I just put on, I went back to the table with bread. I poured myself a glass of water and ate until I was satisfied.

Curious about the bathroom, I walked through the door I didn't know was there. The floor and walls were the same clean white but there was a shower with clear doors. It looked like a dream bathroom if anyone were to think of one. A hot shower sounded like a dream as I pressed for hot water and stepped in.

The water rushed over me in a hurry and burned my skin down. My body was melting from the cold by the touch of the water. The smell of luxurious relaxing flowers filled the shower as I washed myself down. Scars along my body became more apparent in the steaming water. My hair, no longer stuck to my neck, rinsed under the abundance of water like never before. The clear doors fogged up until I was dizzy from the heat.

After getting dressed in another silk dress, I presumed made for sleeping, I wrapped my body within the bounds of the blankets and felt my mind falling into a less dangerous sleep.

Watching as he rowed the boat so slowly, he wasn't wearing his black uniform but a comfortable tan. His arms were bare and his shirt cut off at his shoulder. His muscles extended as each swing took more effort than the last. Ben was smiling at me as I just tried to take in the image of us on a lake. We were laughing. It was like I was watching from the air and from my body.

I was wearing a dress that I could only imagine. Beads and lace flowed against the fabric. No longer was I fighting but free to open up to the beauty of the world. Billowing clouds hid the peaks of the mountains and still let the sun shine through. A little island, in the middle of the lake, covered with green, waiting for our arrival.

Only a second later we were standing on a balcony looking at the lake we were just on. The intricate design of the curves and edges of the railing were only softened by the red flowers standing in the pots on top. His fingers skimmed the top of my hand more gentle than I have ever seen his movement. He leaned in and kissed me.

A snapshot and we were in a room too warm for comfort. The fire continued in the fireplace and Ben sat next to me on the couch. My stomach was turning and my heart was beating faster than I ever remember. Somehow it was too dark, we were too close, and I was not myself. I was nervous, unsure. Ben's hair was shifting from the dark black to a soft brown. His eyes stayed the same mysterious dark brown.

"From the moment I met you, all those years ago, not a day has gone by when I haven't thought of you. And now that I'm with you again… I'm in agony." His voice changing away from the deep careful voice I know."The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you-I can't breathe. I'm haunted by the kiss that you should never have given me. My heart is beating, hoping that kiss will not become a scar. You are in my very soul. Tormenting me. What can I do? I will do anything that you ask."

My eyes slowly blink open. Was that a memory or just a dream? It felt so real, so defined. My hand went up to my lips to feel any residual feeling. I am still in my black night dress, within the same room except it is dark. There's a small light on in the bathroom. I hesitatingly get up, holding a blanket over my shoulders and around my chest.

"Hello?" I ask.

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