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We are finally here! Thank you for all your support! I hope you enjoy the final chapter. (There will be a much longer author's note at the end) xx
PS. I have written a couple of one-shots over the months that I may post, so if you see an update just know it isn't a continuation of this story but rather something extra. Thank you again!
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A month after Rey takes me to the waterfall Jaeden is released from rehab, his body healed and he's almost as strong as he once was, so he tells me. Rey has continued to train, almost every day, but we always find time to be together; even if it is only thirty minutes in our secluded hanger, courtesy of General Organa. However, its purpose is not for secret rendezvous, rather for our idea that we pitched to her two weeks ago...
I key in the code and the hangar open. I smile at Rey who is waiting patiently, sitting on the desk her legs swinging.
"I missed you,"
"I saw you at breakfast," I grin.
"That was hours ago," she pouts and I roll my eyes and snort at how utterly adorable with a black stain all around her eye.
"I take it you didn't realise that you were covered in grease?"
"What do you mean?" I walk closer to her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her legs around me.
"Close your eyes," I whisper, smiling and she does as I ask. Leaning slightly into me, obviously thinking I was going to kiss her but I start to softly rub at the skin around her eye. She huffs almost silently. While I slowly smudge away the grease I lean closer and softly kiss her, she tightens her legs, bringing me closer. My fingers stops cleaning her face and slip down to cup her check.
"How's your day been?" I mumble as I take my lips from hers, my hands falling to her waist.
"Good, I've just been in here," I run my hands down her thighs and she gets the signal and releases me.
"How's it going?" I step closer to the unfinished project.
"Really well," she grins. Of course, that's because you're the one making it, I remind myself.
"I can't wait to take it for a test run!"
"You will do no such thing. I haven't finished explaining how it will work yet." I groan and crinkle my nose.
"You're no fun," I turn back to face her.
"Since when have you been one to want to risk your life for some fun?"
"Since, well, I don't know, right now I guess," I reply and watch as her eyes sparkle as the setting sun begins to shine into the hangar.
"Hungry?" I offer out my hand and she jumps down from the desk.
"You bet," we lace our fingers together and head out, locking the hangar behind us.
A few months pass.
I still make sure I find time to see Starla, spending at least one of her lunch breaks a week with her in the staff room. She still fills me in on all the gossip. Who breaks up with whom; who slipped into the store room with a patient on their midnight shift. I smile, laugh and shake my head at how excited Starla becomes when retelling the little stories; for someone who always stays out of the trouble she sure loves to get absorbed into the details.
One afternoon I see Zarah sitting in the far corner minding her own business, quietly gnawing her fruit salad and I can't help but stare at her. There is something about her, something so intriguing, It's like I can see the raining cloud that seems to follow her wherever she goes; I can almost feel the deep unhappiness that surrounds her.
I am overcome with a deep urge to speak with her. I excuse myself from Starla and she catches my eye as I stand up. She seems somewhat nervous as I approach her.
"Mr Finn, is anything the matter? Is there something I can help you with?" She stutters, and my face slips into a soft smile as I sit next to the young girl.
"I just wanted to say thank you, Zarah," I whisper quietly and I watch the inner half of her eyebrows crease upwards as I say her name, almost as if she thought I had forgotten.
"For what, sir? I don't believe I've done anything to deserve your thanks," she studies my expression for a moment before turning her attention back to her meal.
"For you advice those months ago, I believe I never got the chance to properly thank you."
"Oh but you did thank me, I distinctly remember you saying the words; there is no need for you to repeat them, truly."
I blink, slightly taken aback, "Zarah, I wanted to, I am very much indebted to you for your quick thinking."
"I'm flattered, sir-" I cut her off.
"There is no need for that, just call me Finn," I correct her and she nods.
"But I really did nothing of importance. You would have easily come up with an idea, one probably more appropriate than mine," she looks up at me intently to try and convince me further.
"I don't believe that for a second," I study her eyes and observe the degree of melancholy they hold. "Why are you so unhappy?" I press my lips and eyes closed simultaneously when I realise I said the words out loud.
"Excuse me?" she whispers her tone laced with disbelief.
"Why are you so unhappy? I can see it in your eyes, they are drenched in sadness."
"I don't want to talk about it, sir, I really must get back to work."
She stands and before I know what I'm doing I'm breaking her personally space and my hand rests on hers. She looks down her eyes brows twitching, but my grip is gentle and she slowly sits back down.
"Zarah, you helped me, let me help you," I whisper almost silently.
"I don't want your help," her voice breaks, and I can tell she wished it hadn't by the way her jaw clenches immediately.
"You might not want it, but you need it," I hold onto her hand a little tighter.
"I just don't want to be here."
"The infirmary, or D'Qar?"
"Both, I don't fit in here,"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Away from here, away from the constant threat of battle, somewhere quiet." I slowly release her hand and sit back.
"Come with me," I smile, jumping to my feet. She looks up at me with concern. "Trust me," I smile. She slowly stands up. Zarah heads to the door and I manoeuvre around the tables and chairs.
"Sorry Starla," I kiss the top of her head, resting my hand on her shoulder. She turns to face me, "Something has come up, but I'll see you in a few days and you can tell me more about Milli and that guy in bed six," her grin is wide and full of joy.
"Can't wait," she doesn't ask what I'm doing, nor does she look at Zarah with any suspicion; she just turns back around to finish her lunch and read some more holocharts.
Zarah doesn't speak as I lead her through infirmary and along halls, it isn't until she realises we are heading down to the military compound that she slows to a halt.
"I told you, I don't want to fight," she mutters when I turn around with a quizzical glance.
"I know, come on." She sighs heavily and continues to follow me.
I find the door I'm looking for and scan my thumb on the recognition monitor and wait. "I cannot be here…"
"Of course you can, anyone can be here," I reply with a slight shake of my head, and a little smile; she is so cautious and I hope she can be at ease soon. The large metal door slides up as I turn back around.
"Finn!" A joyous call beckons me inside. I turn back to make sure Zarah is behind me as the door closes behind us, I watch her flinch at the loud click shut.
"General," I greet her with a study nod, General Organa rises from her chair and walks around her desk. It has been a few weeks since I've seen, she envelops me in an enormous hug and I return her warm welcome. She pulls back and switches her gaze between myself and the Zarah.
"I see you have a friend, what can I do for you both?"
"I have a request, for Zarah, I just hope I'm not out of line in asking…"
"I'll be the one to determine that," the General walks back around the desk and seats herself, gesturing for us to do the same.
"Zarah, was it? Nice to meet you?" they both extend their hands and meet across the table.
"Likewise, General Organa," her voice is so quiet I wonder if she even meant to speak.
"Now, Finn what was your request?"
I explain the situation, that Zarah just isn't happy, the General looks at me intently waiting for me to get to my point.
"Zarah helped me find out what I needed and I feel it's only fair that I return the favour."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Do you remember when I first left the Resistance?" she nods. A flicker of recognition for the reason I returned crosses her face for a split second that only I would have noticed it.
"I found myself a new start and I think Zarah would be much suited to it.""
"Are you asking if she can leave the Resistance?"
"Precisely," I glance at Zarah who looks me up and down almost shaking her head, as if she cannot believe what she is hearing.
"What about your family and friends, Zarah?"
"I haven't any. My father died during the attack." General Organa blinks slowly.
"What do you do now?"
"I work in the infirmary, serving the meals and delivering messages."
"Do you want to leave, have you shown interest in leaving?"
"I know I do not fit in here, but I had no idea I was allowed to think of such things."
"I need time to make a decision and a lot has to be considered, I value freedom of choice and if you do not when to stay I will not force you to stay without good reason. So I am not saying yes but I am also not saying no. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Thank you very much for your time," I can't help the sly grin that slowly expands across my lips. We both stand and she Zarah looks at me a moment, a glimmer of utter adoration in her eyes and I suddenly feel a weight press upon me: the weight of giving someone an opportunity but not knowing if it's the right one. "Thank you." I see her look me up and down, contemplating something before extending her hand, I take it and she locks her other one over it, lingering for a long moment. She sighs, then lets me go, she turns to the door.
I am about to follow her out when I'm called back, "Finn, stay a moment."
I return to the chair I was in and Zarah does seem to notice because she is already out the door.
"Why are you so adamant to help this girl?"
"I explained to you that she isn't happy, she is scared, all the time; I don't want her to feel unsafe."
"Why?"
"Because she helped me figure out what I needed to do to ensure Rey and I are both happy."
"There more to it than that?" I think for a moment about what it could possibly be that the General sees. Then it creeps up on me and I sit back, deep in the chair. That's when I realise.
"I see myself in her…" I mutter. The fear, the longing for something less dangerous, she just needs get away from it all. I recall Poe telling me that she quit training to be a rookie, and now she is forced to be around injured people every day. She may just deliver the lunches and do basic errands, but she is struggling and I think I'm the first person who noticed the signs.
"I'm proud of you. You're very observant Finn. However, you care so much Finn; you just need to make sure it doesn't hurt you."
"Thank you, General, I will," I dismiss myself and exit the compound, knowing I need to be more observant and but less trusting, especially when there is talk of a mission for the negotiation team.
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A week passes.
I am well on the way to completing my training and have my first mission with the team on Naboo later this very week. The Resistance's weaponry is quite similar to the First Order so it really didn't take long for me to get the hang of it; at least that's what I tell myself to keep my ego in check. Poe tells me I'm just a fast learner and I didn't believe him until I started to notice the way some of the recruits couldn't understand the basics of how to recharge a blaster.
Training has finished for the day and I place my weapons in storage when I hear footsteps approaching the hangar. I turn and glimpse Rey and Zarah walking in.
"Hi," I smile and lock the cabinet.
"This young girl was looking for you," Rey states with a lingering suspicion.
"Thank you, Rey this is Zarah," neither of them seem to acknowledge the introduction, so I smile and carry on. "What brings you down here?"
"I'm leaving, tomorrow, General Organa allowed it," I can't help the sudden, overpowering grin that knocks my lips into an aching arch.
"That is amazing!" I take a few steps closer.
"The General told me to ask you how to get there."
"I'll take you, I have some loose ends there that I need to rectify."
"Where are you going?" Rey asks quietly, I can almost feel the way she tries to supress her jealously, knowing it is unwarranted. I step closer to her and smile the way I can only ever smile at Rey.
"I'll tell you all about it tonight, but I have to go speak to Poe." I kiss her softly on the check, my lips linger and I can feel her shoulders melt down. "Love you," I whisper and one of her hands holds my waist for a brief moment.
I start to walk out, Zarah close behind. After a moment I turn around to watch Rey disappear into the tree line. I turn back around and rush into the base and head to Poe's permanent room right beside the infirmary.
I open the door to hear muffled voices. Poe is quietly speaking to BB-8 who has rolled up a ramp onto a box so he is at face level with Poe.
"Hey," I announce myself and BB-8 whirls down the ramp and circles around my legs.
"Great news!" Poe calls excitedly turning in his chair. "R2 was finally able to restore all of BB's memory data and aligned it into its proper timeline."
"That's really is great!"
"I bend down and run my hand along BB-8s domed head.
"Zarah?" Poe questions, and she nods nervously.
"I have a favour to ask…" I begin.
After explaining the situation to him and asking for the coordinates to the planet he found me on when he needed me to get Rey from the island. He tells me he will come with me. We agree to leave in two days, then I have one day to prepare for the negotiation expedition to Naboo.
Later that night when Rey and I are alone in our room, under the warm covers I tell her about why I'm helping Zarah. Her smile is soft and her hand traces the line of my jaw as it moves while I talk to her.
"So you're not running away with her?" she laughs, knowing full well I'm truly over running away.
"Not this time," I grin and she shakes her head, then leans up and kisses my cheek.
"Good."
"When I come back from Naboo we will have lots of time to get back to work," I whisper.
"We're nearly done, I can't believe it. I'll ask Luke for some extra hours for lunch and we'll finish it in no time," Rey grins so wide that her eyes squint and I kiss her nose.
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I pilot the falcon into the atmosphere, Poe voice guiding me from his place between the cockpit seats, explaining which buttons to press and how to initiate the landing procedures (this being the first time in the air again he is handing it extremely well). I don't tell him that I've been learning everything from Rey.
Zarah sits quietly in the co-pilot seat and I watch her jaw drop slightly as her eyes scan the ocean and vast sand dunes.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
All she can do is nod her head in response.
I make sure to land somewhere that will be easy for Poe to wheel around, because his tires would bury into the sand.
Zarah is awe struck, but I lead us to the place I need to go. I push open the door to the general store and slowly walk in, I'm flooded with an overwhelming sense of regret and guilt at the poor, elderly man who never got an explanation as to why I never returned to work for him. I see him sorting through some receipts, older and slower than the first time I met him; I wonder if his employee really did leave to live in another colony and if he has been able to cope without him. "Hello," I call softly as I approach the counter. Poe and Zarah stand further behind me. The man takes no notice. "Excuse me?" I offer into the silence that is only broken by the sound of the fans spinning and the vents sucking in air from outside.
"How can I help you?" he responds, looking up from the receipts. He glances between the three of us.
"I don't know if you remember me?" he shakes his head. I don't know if I should refresh his memory and apologise, I choose not to. "My friend here is in need of employment and shelter and I heard that you had a member of your staff leaving for a different colony.
"That was almost a year ago, word takes a long time to travel nowadays."
"Why are you here, where did you come from?" I am slightly taken aback by this man's attitude. When I first came he never questioned me, nor had any interest in where I was running from.
"I'm with the Resistance, but it just isn't for me, and I needed a fresh start, and I believe you can offer that for me?" the man looks between Zarah and I, and nods.
"You have a week to prove your worth, girl."
"I won't let you down," she turns to me.
"Thank you!" she gives me a quick hug and I take that as a sign to leave her to become acquainted with her employer.
"Let's hope she is more reliable than you," he mutters the words and I almost miss them, I turn around with an apologetic glance, but he has already walked into the back room.
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Another month passes. Zarah contacted the Resistance to say she has fit in perfectly at the general store. The mission to Naboo went perfectly and I've been on two missions with Rey that resulted in amazing results.
"Finn," I turn, lift my head from where it was buried in the emergency landing flight paths around D'Qar. I look at the entrance to see Rey standing under the automatic door.
"Hey," I grin.
"Are you coming?" she looks at me expectantly and a sudden wash of realised hits me like a wave. Rey laughs. "Come on," I practically jump up and switch off the holopad.
"Are you excited" I whisper to her as we stealthy sneak through the halls. She grins and nods.
"I can't wait!" Rey grip tightens and she pulls me faster out of base. "Leia is meeting us there, we have to hurry." I pick up the pace even more.
Rey's hair has almost fallen out of her buns by the time we reach the hangar so I quickly fix it making sure everything is in place. There is a loud knock and Rey and I grin at each other. This is it.
We open the large door.
"Hey guys, what are you doing here?" Poe smiles but his eyes squint with uncertainty.
My blood fills with adrenaline, "This, is for you!" my voice sounds slightly strained.
Rey and I both grab each end of the tarp and yank it off to reveal the shiny fuselage, perfectly aligned and balanced wings of the custom made X-Wing.
Poe's face drops, and pales slightly. He opens his mouth.
"Don't say anything yet," Rey insists.
"Rey and I have been working on this for the past four months."
"You both know I can't," Poe interjects, somewhat offended that we would spend our time on something he thinks he won't be able to fly.
"Come here," Rey calls firmly. Poe sighs and wheels beside her. "Press that," Rey points directly to the large, palm size, black button on the side of the X-Wing, and it lowers the Poe-size-wheelchair magnetised hoist. "Go on, wheel onto it." Poe is sceptical but grateful glancing between Rey. His chair locks in and the large plate spins to face him the right way before rising up into the cockpit, locking into the exact position it needs to be in, and the engine automatically start something he would have needed to use his hips to bend his body to reach.
Rey and I explain everything he needs to know, and that everything he needs to use in right in front of him and he doesn't need to be able to twist to reach some of the controls. We explain the emergency evacuation protocols, and confirm that there is indeed a place for BB-8.
General Organa has stayed silent the entire time, watching with pride as her most experienced pilot, her brother's apprentice and I – a pretty average man who seems to bring everything all together – all laugh and talk over one another.
"Can I take her for a test?" Rey nods excitedly.
"Finn took it out the other day to make sure it was completely safe."
"How did you get it to work" Poe asks, and I glance over to the corner where a spare, rusted wheelchair lies. Poe grins.
"Thank you both, so much!" Before either of us see just how teary he is Poe closes the cockpit roof and revs the engines, flying out of the hangar, doing backflips and extremely dangerous manoeuvres.
"Typical Poe," the General comments, mainly to herself, grinning widely she adds: "Always has to put on a show."
Rey and I both see the tears that stain her check but neither of us bring attention to it and she leaves them there, not caring to wipe them away. "Thank you. You two make such a beautiful pair." She sighs, nodding as if confirming it again, before leaving the hangar.
The sun is yet to shine in through the window and the pre-morning chill of winter - as they call it - has set in. I'm awake because I realise I'm alone in the bed. Or so I thought until I open my eyes to see Rey on the edge of her side of the bed, curled in her ball. I haven't seen her sleep like this for a long time; even if we happened to fall apart when we slept we always remained close. I roll closer to her and bury my face in her hair, she's shivering in her sleep and I frown. I wrap my hand around her waist and press myself against her back. She relaxes at my touch and I feel her rising from her sleep.
"Are you okay?" My lips kiss her shoulder and small bumps rise under her skin, she sighs, twisting her neck to press her soft lips against my cheek. She rolls over completely so she's facing me and she smiles, she searches my eyes and I know in that moment she is fine, so I roll onto my back. She quietly moves into me, I watch as she rests her chin on my shoulder, dark green eyes gazing back at me, her dreamy smile still on her lips.
"Yeah," she whispers and lazily rests her cold arm across my waist. I wrap my arm under her and pull her closer to me, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. Her freezing foot runs down my calf and her leg rests between mine, I let out a tense giggle at the contact and she grins.
"I'm cold, aren't I?" She whispers laughing a little and I nod.
"I don't mind." With my free hand I pry her freezing fingers from my waist and lift them up to my lips to kiss each one. I watch her watch me and feel warmth spread inside me. Her eyes close and she sighs, I link our fingers together and she slowly lowers her head down, onto my chest, bringing herself closer to me.
"Why are you always so warm?" She snuggles closer.
"Probably because I grew up on a planet that would drain the sun," she snorts a laugh.
"Yeah, that's a good answer," my arm that is under her body draws circles into her waist.
"Why were you over there?" I ask quietly
"You rolled over so I guess I must have too. I didn't mean to," she whispers her voice still laced with sleep.
"Sorry," I whisper, Rey kisses my chest. I move slightly and Rey immediately looks up, her brows furrowed and a little pout on her lips and it makes me smirk.
"I'm just getting comfortable so you can sleep," I explain and squeeze her a little closer. Rey smiles and kisses just below my jaw before resting her head on my chest again. It doesn't take long for Rey's breathing to regulate and she doses quietly, half on top of me. I turn my head into the pillow and close my eyes too, just listening to the way she breathes and feeling the way her body moves with the soft and rhythmical heaving.
I'm in a strange place between awareness and dreams, in the depths of such a visceral experience when Rey wakes with a jolt. My eyes shoot open, early morning light flows in through the curtains and dances upon her pale face as she pushes herself up. I rub my hand up her waist, and squeeze her hand while she recognises where she is again.
"I've got you," I whisper, the frightened look in her eyes fades and she crashes her lips onto mine. Her eyes are shut tight and I kiss away whatever it was she saw in her dreams. She relaxes as I run my tongue over hers and she moves a little more on top of me, deepening the kiss, our fingers twist together playfully and Rey then pulls back her eyes still closed as if savouring the moment. She sighs and I can't help but smile as she rests her head above my heart. She takes her hand out of mine and wraps her arm around my waist, breathing deeply.
"Are you sure you're alright,"
"Mmm," she mutters and kisses my chest. "Just a bad dream that's all,"
"Would you like to talk about it?"
"It's okay, just some memories," she whispers. Her hand releases my waist and trails her fingers up until she lightly caresses over the scar on my shoulder, "You know, Starkiller Base."
My earlier mention of it must have slipped into her subconscious and I sigh.
"Do you still hear me... in your dreams?" She looks almost exactly how she did the night she told me my cries of pain had embedded themselves in her nightmares. Her fingers were drawing circles against my scar, her head resting on my chest just like the way she is now. That night was one of the first times she opened up to me; it was one of the first indications she cared, and looking at it now I realise just how much we've been through.
"Sometimes," she admits, she takes her head from my chest and rests it on the pillow, I tilt my head to look at her, I'm about to ask why she never says anything but she moves herself closer to me and that answers my question. "Do you?" She asks with a slightly saddened expression.
"Not in my dreams anymore, but I still think about what has happened to you."
"So do I, I do wish you'd tell me more about what it was like for you," she confesses and brings her hand into the dip of my shoulder and rubbing smooth motions into my muscles.
"Why's that?" I ask quietly, my eyes closed, I don't want to burden her with my past, I want to leave it there.
"I want to know what made you so special," I smile, and lean forward to kiss her forehead.
"Noting made me special," I murmur and her hand stops its massaging movements and slips down the length of my arm until she places her hand in mine.
"I don't believe that."
"I just know the difference between right and wrong," Rey shakes her head, and smiles.
"It's a lot more than that," she leans up a little and kisses my cheek again and I feel heat spark under my skin. I don't fight her on it because maybe there is something different about me, and maybe one day I'll figure out just what it is.
We are quiet for a while, her foot runs up and down the inside of my calf and I hold her close to me, our fingers run together and I am overcome with my love for her.
"Why did it take us to long to be happy?" I whisper, it is rhetorical, because we both know the answer, but Rey still replies.
"We didn't know how to be happy," her response surprises me, but she is right. Before her, happiness was a brief moment of calmness when a simulation was cancelled. Her happiness would have been realising she had enough rations to survive the day, and the rare occasion she slept the whole night through.
"I knew it felt different whenever we were together. I'd get a nervous feeling and I wouldn't want to be apart from you," I whisper. "And I'd always whisper because I was frightened of what would happen if I spoke loudly," Rey runs her fingers on my cheek bone, grinning widely.
"Oh Finn. I liked it when you whispered to me, it made me feel like you only wanted me to hear," she bites her lip and I chuckle. "I'd always try to think of excuses to be with you, but I'd always be scared the moment we were alone." I smile.
"I always thought you were too good for me," I let the words fall into the now heavy air. I intended them to be light-hearted but I know I meant them, and so does Rey.
"Do you still think like that?"
I shrug, "Sometimes, I guess."
"Well don't, because it isn't true and you should know it," Rey responds firmly. I look down from her and remember the fear that circulated throughout me every moment leading up to me telling her the truth in Maz's castle.
"It's hard when-" she shakes her head.
"Shh," Rey presses her fingers to my lips. "You are everything good in the galaxies," I twitch my brows and I sit up a little pulling her with me.
She closes her eyes and I can sense the way she concentrates, she has travelled somewhere I won't ever be able to reach, but watching her is enough. "I feel you..." she takes her fingers from my lips and taps the rhythm of my heartbeat into my chest. "In the Force: in the ebb and flow of the universe. Without you, I wouldn't have anything to guide me..." She says the words so slowly I am able to feel them sink into my skin.
"I feel your light surround us when we're together. I'm scared of the darkness that follows me, and what I'll become without you," I admit to her what I've known from the beginning. She takes our joined hands and presses my palm over her chest, her heartbeat pulsing under my fingertips.
She blinks her eyes open. "It's dark for me too, Finn, because you are my light; I can't see without you," she lets out a soft breath and I realise all this time Rey has been so bright but I burn the way she does too, I could just never see it. "We guide each other through the darkness," she whispers. Her eyes shine with such intensity it knocks all hope of words from me. I take a deep breath and lift my hand off her waist and run my fingers deep into her hair. Little smiles tug at our lips as I gaze at her, she stares back, right into me and I'm overcome by her.
In front of me I see my sun, breathing life into me and in this moment I know that I'll bathe in her light for eternity. The realisation aches through me in the most delightful way.
Instinctively we both lean into each other. She pulls herself up a bit more, her hands reach to cup both of my cheeks, my hands runs down her body until I reach her waist and rub circles into her like I always do. My eyes close as we meet halfway, we kiss away each other's smiles, but it doesn't stop my heart from fluttering. Her love for me radiates off her and deep into my heart, and I know I do the same. I wrap my arms tightly around her back and Rey smiles against my lips and I feel like the universe smiles with her.
Fin
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To my dear reader,
thank you so much for sticking with this story. I appreciate you more than you will ever know.
To the silent readers, thank you, and to those who would frequently reviewed or followed my story along the way I appreciate it all!
This fanfiction has been an amazing experience for me, and a turning point for me. I would always lose interest in my ideas and stories, and this is the first novel length fanfiction I have completed that I am very proud of. This amazing experience has made me truly come to terms with the fact that writing is what I want to do with my life, and I couldn't have done that without you and your support. I recognised all the regular names that would emerge over these past few months, and I truly appreciate all the amazing support. I truly am sorry that my updating went terribly wrong, and you would have to wait weeks at a time, I just hope you can forgive me and enjoyed the final instalment.
There are so many people I need to thank, and I hope if you're reading this and you're one of the people who helped me get here that you know how much I love you.
Here's to the end of Through the Darkness. No more running, no more pushing. Finnrey is here to stay.
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Yours Sincerely,
Lauren.
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