[ In her kindest dreams, he appears to her as he is now. A shadowy beast, clawing into her throat — offering her the only intimacy he can, the only intimacy she will accept, in the band of his fingers around her windpipe.
Even her subconscious cannot endure the cruelty of imagining him kind, how he might have loved her in another life.
The tray scatters with a metallic clang, spilling its contents until they are strewn across the floor. Rey can scarcely hear it over the pounding in her ears and the harsh scrape of her breath, rasping and wheezing from her constricted trachea. At her sides, her fingers twitch and tremble, but never reach to struggle against his hold.
Neither does she waste her oxygen on breath. He would only mock her with her answer, her longing for peace — for herself, for Ben Solo. She presses her throat into the palm of his hand, instead, seeking out the grip of pain — gaze vacant, as if she has gone faraway, even as a tear drips down the corner of her eye. ]
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Even her subconscious cannot endure the cruelty of imagining him kind, how he might have loved her in another life.
The tray scatters with a metallic clang, spilling its contents until they are strewn across the floor. Rey can scarcely hear it over the pounding in her ears and the harsh scrape of her breath, rasping and wheezing from her constricted trachea. At her sides, her fingers twitch and tremble, but never reach to struggle against his hold.
Neither does she waste her oxygen on breath. He would only mock her with her answer, her longing for peace — for herself, for Ben Solo. She presses her throat into the palm of his hand, instead, seeking out the grip of pain — gaze vacant, as if she has gone faraway, even as a tear drips down the corner of her eye. ]