Seduced ➢ Kylo Ren

twenty-two; gone

A lump; one which he will have much difficulty swallowing later, rises in his throat as he watches you in your peaceful state.

The calm rise and fall of your chest along with your blissful features have him bound to his bed, sitting with one leg under himself, fully clothed in his Kylo Ren attire, the helmet sitting on his lap.

He brings one gloved hand close to your forehead, sifts through your dreams; a smile plays on his lips as he finds himself to be the protagonist of many of them. 

He doesn't know what's worse- needing reassurance of your liking of him, or finding it. 

He will one day hurt you. He isn't sure how, or when, or even why- but it is undeniable.

Taking off one glove, he caresses your cheek softly, looking at you with a look that would have both filled your heart with warmth, and broken it, had you been awake to witness it.

After a while he gets up and with a heavy heart places a kiss- the softest of kisses, the last thing he wants is to wake you- on your forehead, and, after letting his lips linger against your skin for a few more seconds, he exits the room.

Never had he been so thankful for having a helmet conceal his face.

❂

An uneasy feeling swoops over you the second you come to your senses; before you even open your eyes.

The other half of the bed- empty.

You stretch your arm to where Kylo had been lying last night, and run your palms against the black silken sheets. They are cool- the last trace of his body warmth gone with him.

It takes much effort to sit up; it's almost as if an invisible wave of anxiety and melancholy is crushing over you, persistent in keeping you in bed.

The starship. It feels empty.

The stormtroopers' loud marches outside Kylo's chambers, the grinding of the gears of the ship, the air escaping through the air vents- every day noises that you had so gotten used to hearing- now seem almost unbearable; almost like they were being performed with one sole intention- to cover up the fact that he is not there.

But the pain that suddenly engulfs you, making you shake with tears swimming in your eyes; the pain is enough to know he's not there.

His fiery-hot presence; it's no longer burning at the back of your mind as it had always been.

His aura; no longer calling out to you.

The mysterious bond- which now perhaps no longer seems mysterious- is gone.

The connection- which you had always felt in the form of a string; one end of it tied to your bottom left rib, and the other similarly placed in his sturdy frame- is cut.

He's far away.

Alive, not as of yet injured- but far.

Where?

You cannot even begin to fathom.