A Crash of Fate Chapter 9, a star wars fanfic

Kylo carefully watched the way Rey left his car to go to the bus stop. He watched her delicate form until she was out of sight. As soon as she was no longer visible, he lowered his head against the steering wheel. Of all places, why did the salvage yard have to be his father's? It made sense because his mother handled the crash, but it wasn't convenient when all he wanted to do was spend time with Rey and soak in her every detail.

Due to the inconvenience, he was left brooding about his family, while practically abandoning Rey on the sidewalk. Kylo felt sick to his stomach when he saw confusion, suspicion, and sympathy flit across her face at his reaction to the name "Chewie's". He felt sick because he wanted to pull her back into the car and tell her everything, but he didn't want to scare her off. Admittedly, he was surprised she hadn't been scared off by him already. It was nice to have someone who seemed to genuinely want to talk to him and listen to what he said while giving actual intelligent responses because they weren't intimidated by him.

What was he going to do? His relationship with his father was in the gutter, yet that was the only way to help Rey at the moment. He decided then and there that he would get over it for Rey's sake. Kylo would have to confront Han at some point, no matter what he tried to convince himself, so it might as well be for this.

After his twenty minutes of thinking, he reached for his phone and pulled up Rey's contact. Kylo stared at the name and number thoughtfully before sending her a text.

I'm sorry.

As he realized that it was probably too vague, he sent another message.

For the way I acted. I didn't mean to ditch you like that. Please let me make it up to you.

Kylo didn't know what he could do to make it up to her, but he wanted to make it up to her today. She had only been gone less than thirty minutes, and he already missed seeing her. He wasn't the clingy type, but something about this stranger brought out the worst - and best - of him.

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Rey was back on the bus to ride back to her apartment, so she took out her phone and saw a notification.

1 New Message

She figured it was Rose who was probably wondering what the car's condition was. Rey was surprised to open the notification that revealed Kylo's name.

I'm sorry.

She frowned. The message probably talked about earlier that morning, but she didn't think there was anything to be sorry about. He seemed to have a bad connection with Chewie or Han, but she wouldn't hold it against him. The phone let out a ping when another message loaded.

For the way I acted. I didn't mean to ditch you like that. Please let me make it up to you.

This made the crease between Rey's eyebrows deepen because she still didn't understand why this was such a big deal to him. It had to mean something to him for him to have to feel the need to apologize.

It's not a problem! I appreciate the apology, but it really isn't necessary. There is no need to make it up to me. I wrecked your car, so I think I can handle having to take the bus.

The reply was instantaneous.

Rey, please get over the car wreck. No harm was done to me, and you've been nothing but nice to me. Unlike how I acted earlier this morning. Please let me make it up to you.

Rey was once again surprised, but this time it was by the begging tone his text held. He didn't really seem like someone to do that often, so she took mercy on him.

If it clears your conscience, I'll be happy to do whatever you want.

She sent the message, but her eyes bugged when she realized what it might sound like. It could be seen as innocent, then again, it could be seen as exactly the opposite.

Three dots appeared to signal that Kylo was texting her back, but then it went away when he deleted his response. She was almost nervous to see what he could have sent, yet it was more of a nervous excitement than anything else. Those stupid butterflies in her stomach she couldn't seem to shake off reappeared when he texted back.

Send me your address.