Here's chapter 2 y'all. I think I'm gonna start alternating between who's perspective the story is going to be told from.
—Also, I really love feedback, suggestions, what do you think? What would you like to see more of? More romance? More adventure? Let me know!!
We touched hands for what seemed an infinite amount of time. Rey's eyes quickly shot to mine when our fingertips just barely touched. I could see everything. I saw into her inner most being and I knew she could see into mine. Her hair was loose around her face, unlike the small buns she normally has layering down the back of her head.
I felt something then. I haven't felt it in a long time... so I can't describe what it was, but it was, nice... I guess.
Rey sucked in her bottom lip when our hands touched— like a small strike of lightening went through my finger onto hers. It was, what's the word, cute.
Before I could travel farther down her hand, touch more of her palm, our perfect and calm world was ripped apart when Luke came bursting through her small stone hut, screaming in a fury and blasting rocks everywhere.
"STOP!" He yelled as he pulled his lightsaber.
I looked around quickly, but I realized that Rey and her little world was gone. I was alone now, in my room with my hand outstretched. Everything happened so fast.
I looked down at my fingers. I could still feel the warmth of Rey's fingertips pulsating on my skin. My room felt cold, empty. Like it always does. I shook my head.
Good. I thought. It was too intimate anyway. Damn uncomfortable. I tried to convince myself.
"Stop thinking Kylo," I said aloud, "she's not for you. Get your head out of your cockpit."
She's scum. Rebel scum. She's going to ruin my empire. Everything I have tried so hard to create and finish. But... her eyes...
I stood up and gave my hand a good shake before I shoved my glove back on and resolved not to think about her anymore. I have to tell Snoke about this. He'd know what to do.
I flipped around to face my bed, covered in a solid grey comforter... thing. One pillow. Bare room. Dark grey walls. Boring, kinda angry, very monochrome. A lot like my personality I'm told.
I pursed my lips together. What the actual hell is going on? I grabbed my helmet, shoved it on, and ran for the door which skimmed open automatically as I slid out into the hallway.
Troopers and crew stopped when they saw me come out of my room. They saluted me and I felt like throat punching a few of them... I have no idea why...
Get to Snoke. Now.
"Get me an audience with Snoke! NOW!" I yelled into the hallway. One of the halfwits standing in the hallway burst into a full sprint down the corridor before me.
"Get Snoke!" He yelled down to another as he turned the corner.
I stopped at the doors of Snoke's room. The doors were long and expanded the length of the wall. There was no handles, which made sense, because he didn't need handles. Obviously it's to keep people out, but not me.
I was about to nod to open the doors but before I could use the force the doors swung open in front of me. Snoke was sitting on the opposite side of his all red room on his throne with his red guards surrounding him.
I want one of those. I thought as I started to stride toward him.
"You can have one of these when I'm dead." Snoke jeered at me.
I don't even know why I try to have private thoughts around him. He always knows what I'm thinking and I might as well say them out loud.
"I'm here to-" I started.
"The girl. What's her name? Oh, yes," he leaned forward before I could finish, "Rey."
His eyes were sunken into the back of his head and a large crack ran down his forehead.
"You know." I stopped in front of him, kneeled and pulled my helmet off.
"Of course my boy. You cannot keep your thoughts from me. I felt a large pull in the force in your direction. And by the look on your face," he leaned even closer to examine me as I drew my gaze toward the ground, "you have been in contact with her. You only get that look when you see her."
My eyes darted up to meet his. Embarrassment. Anger. Shame.
"I feel nothing." I growled.
"Of course not." Snoke answered and leaned back into his throne. "That's why you must help me next time you see her."
"Help you? Next time? I don't know if there will-" cut off again.
"There will be a next time. And then... you will kill her."