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Unique, it was utterly unique, the ‘myth’ your grandmother had told you when you were young. You were always so curious as to how she had met your grandfather, a story quite breathtaking every time you asked. It was a constant thing–at least it was then–that you asked her to tell the story all over again, as if it had been your favorite bedtime tale. “I had never believed it, not in the many years before I started feeling it. You know how everyone has the Force in them, of course, some others are more strong with it…but others, others just have small fragments of its capabilities. And that one ability that I was able to gain, was hearing my soul mates voice speak for my thoughts.”
It was astounding, the first time you hear it your jaw dropped. It was unbelievable, how was it possible that your soulmate would narrate your thoughts, and vice versa? In all honestly, you were quite terrified by the thought…yet, it fascinated you, and a small part of you wanted it, the ability to hear your soul mate speak your thoughts. Of course, not everyone was 'lucky’ enough to have it. Your parents didn’t have it nor your older brother, they found their 'soul mate’ the old fashioned way.
“It starts off seldomly…your own voice speaks your mind, but slowly, their voice integrates with your own until it becomes one…until theirs overpowers yours and that’s all you can hear.”
You could easily remember asking as to how she had found her husband–your grandfather–after all, you can’t just go up to everyone in the galaxy and ask them to speak for you.
“Miraculously…it just happens, it’s a miracle…a work of the Force. You just run into them, meet them, a natural occurrence happens…you hear their voice and bam, you know it’s them. It’s quite beautiful if you ask me, the Force works in many ways that not even I know all about…but I must say, the way the Force handles love…it’s magnificent.”
It felt vivid, as if you had been re-watching the first time she told you the story all over again and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you lied flat on your back, playing with the ends of your hair. “Soul mate…” You lowly spoke to yourself, the thought of it made you smile, because (as you had hoped for) your grandmothers story was passed down to you.
You couldn’t really pinpoint when, but around the age of fifteen was when it all started, the slow introduction of the voice that sounded rather deep and…delightful? Was it the affect the Force had on you? Or was the mans voice simply that wondrous? You weren’t sure, but you enjoyed the sound of it.
Once his voice merged into yours, it was as if the man of your dreams had been reading your autobiography to someone–our children? or maybe grandchildren like my grandmother did to me?–you liked to fantasize, even if you knew that wasn’t it. Eventually, you had grown accustomed to it that when you had thoughts, you nearly scared yourself when you realized it wasn’t your voice speaking them.
“Soul mate…” You repeated once again, biting your lower lip as you turned to your side, tucking your arm under your pillow as you gazed out the window of your bedroom, watching the moon shine down on you. “How do you look like? How old are you? Who are you?” Letting out a huff, you shut your eyes and allowed the sleep you had been avoiding to take you away. Before, you used to love sleeping, but once you had your soul mates voice in your head, all you wanted to do was think. Think…something I used to hate doing, leaving myself alone with my thoughts.
There his voice went again.
But it was strange, because although you felt as if you thought it, it didn’t really feel like your own thoughts.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you simply brushed it off your shoulder as you fell fast asleep–or so you thought. What felt like two seconds of sleep–which was actually two hours as you looked over to your nightstand–a loud bang was heard and gave your heart a run for. “W-what the hell?” Clutching onto your chest as you grabbed a fistful of your nightdress, you looked out the window only to see bright lights exert from over the houses nearby.
Rather quickly standing up, you nearly jumped at the sound of something colliding against the ground just behind the door. Swinging your bedroom door open, you instantly coughed as you saw waves of smoke roll in, a bright flame growing from the first floor of your home.
“N-no,” You muttered, your now heavy breathing making it hard for you to speak. Covering your mouth, you quickly rushed over to the room your parents had been spending the weekend in. “M-mom?! Dad?!” You shouted, feeling your body heat raise as the flames grew stronger. “Mom! Dad! Where are you?!” Frantically searching the room, there had been no sign of them, as if they hadn’t even been there.
Had they left without telling you? Had something happened within those two hours of sleep? Had-Oh no.
Trying your best to rush down the stairs before the ever-growing fire reached you, you felt your lungs constricting as the air grew thin, as if the oxygen in your home had been running low. “Mom?! Dad?!” You screamed this time, your throat burning from the overexertion. “MOM! DAD!” There was no use, not a sound was being heard aside from the low cries outside and the fire burning. What was going on?
Then it hit you.
You could remember how your parents said things were 'a bit bumpy’. They were working for the Resistance, your father being a pilot as your mother helped nurse the injured–and, on occasion, the general. You had feared this was the ultimate bump, causing them to disappear on you. At least warn me!
Just as you were trying to find your way around and out of the house, your lungs were slowly giving out, breathing becoming exceedingly harder than before as you gasped for air. Your eyes, along with nose and throat, felt irritated, the smell of the burning fire nauseating you, feeling as if you wanted to gag. “S-someone!” You cried out, feeling your knees grow weak, suddenly falling on them. “H-…help!” At this point, your vision was hazy and your head was throbbing from the amount of pressure being forced onto it. Were you really going to die in a fire? Out of all ways to go in this galaxy, fire was going to be your death…not the hands of the First Order and not by a damn lightsaber…no, fire.
At this point, you were hunched forward, taking in your last bits of air before your body gave out, your arms collapsing underneath you as you collided with the tiled ground. Your body ached, every inch of it–especially your lungs–with the lack of air you were getting into it, you were growing more and more lightheaded.
“H-…he-…help…” The last bit of your voice came out as a low cry. Your vision being blurred from the tears and the smoke, amongst the fumes, as they fluttered to a close…but just before they shut themselves, what looked like a black figure approached you and suddenly, darkness engulfed you.
There was an odd amount of pressure being felt on your cheeks, as if something had been wrapped around it. Feeling yourself slowly slip back into consciousness, you noticed that the pressure was on the bridge of your nose and just above your chin, too. Something was scratching in your throat and all you wanted to do was cough, but your body felt too weak to even do that.
A realization hit you as you felt your body was no longer lying flat on the hard grown, rather, a bit upright on a cushioned surface. Your throat was dry and it didn’t help that the dryness made you want to cough like crazy, so you simply swallowed, hoping that at least the saliva would do something–but you were wrong, your throat was killing you. Letting out a small groan of defeat–and pain–you felt your fingers slightly twitch as you felt something shift on your hand.
Slowly, your eyes opened, landing on the oxygen mask on your face, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. Where am I?
The voice, there it was again.
Although you felt like, in simple terms, shit, the sound of it was quite soothing to you…like music to your…mind? Shifting your eyes to your hand, you realized there had been an IV in you. Maybe mom and dad actually came back to me..maybe they realized they left their own daughter behind in a burning home…or maybe they didn’t know the house was going to set on fire.
“I can sense you have awakened…” That was not your thoughts. “I take it as the injuries weren’t that severe?” Narrowing your eyebrows at the mechanical voice, you questioned its statement. Injuries? “Your lungs nearly collapsed, luckily, you were found just in time.”
Looking around the room, your eyes suddenly landed on a man sitting at your bedside, opposite to where the IV had been placed. Feeling your body instantly shudder in fear as your eyes grew wide, you recognized that face–the man your parents had warned you about.
“You know me, or, you have seem to have heard of me.” His voice was so lifeless, so…dull. It irked you, it made your skin crawl at how dead it sounded, as if the person behind the mask–if there was one–had not a single bit of soul left in them. “I can see it in your eyes, you fear me…why?”
Giving him a confused, yet irritated, look, the man slightly tilted his head. Was he being serious? Did he not know who he was? The only man cladded in black with a tad bit of silver on him screamed who he was–Kylo Ren.
“Is it because your parents have warned you about me? They are Resistance members, yes?” Your body went cold, your once shaking body went stiff. How had he known? Did he read your thoughts? You would have easily felt the shift in the Force–and the overbearing pressure–in your head if he had. “Your lucky my men never found them…the people they had found, you’ll be lucky to hear they were of no use to me.”
Eyes growing wide once again, you practically ripped off the oxygen mask away from your face as you let out a heavy breath. “What have you done to them?!” What you expected to sound stern came out as a scratchy, panicky, tone.
“That is for me to know-”
“What…have you done…” This time, your voice came out much more stronger, not as shaky and broken as before.
The masked instantly snapped back over to you as it had looked away. “If you must know, I k-”
“No!” You shouted before he could finish, swiftly removing the IV from your hand and hopping off of the bed. “N-no…no you did not kill them!” Your body was trembling once again, fear raging through your veins as you stood on the opposite side of the bed, watching him slowly stand up and realize how much taller he was than you–he was too tall, his height was too intimidating. “I-if you killed them…th-then why am I here?!” A cry escaped your mouth, your bottom lip quivering as you could sense the tears coming on.
“Now, why would I do that?” Tilting his head, you gulped. “I needed someone to survive, of course…”
“Th-that doesn’t mean anything, you-you could have chosen anyone, why a girl who was about to die in a fire?”
“Because…” Watching his gloved hands move, you nearly flinched, only to see them clutch onto the bottom of the helmet as he had pressed a bottom, allowing it to unlock and giving him access to remove it. “I am the one who saved you.”
The sound was awfully familiar, his voice was no longer synthesized, rather…human. That voice. Your eyes felt as if they were about to pop out of your head after the many times of them growing wide, this one making a record at how open they had been. No, it can’t be. “Y-you…” Out of all people, no…not him. “No…not…not you!” Shaking your head as the threatening tears had finally slipped, you hadn’t realized that he was now leaning forward.
“You hear it too, don’t you? My voice utters your thoughts as yours does the same for mine. I knew it was you, I could feel it.”
“Th-this is impossible! My soul mate was not meant to be a murderer! Not meant to be the enemy! Not meant to be you!” You seethed, your fists balling up as your jaw clenched, as if he had been at fault. “I-I could never love a man like you! If you even are a man!” You spat, watching as his face had the same, dull expression throughout.
Your chest was heaving, it was hurting you since your lungs were still in pain, but at this point, nothing heart more than realizing your soul mate was Kylo Ren. “Never say never.”
Blinking, you looked up at him with sheer confusion, you knew he could never love anyone in his position, so why even say such thing? “You’re going to kill me, too…” Now, your voice was as soft as ever, coming out as a mere whisper as your features soften. You were going to die in the hands of your soul mate.
“Now, why would I do such a thing?” Lifting your head up in bewilderment, you watched as his hand reached forward, not realizing he had removed his glove until bare skin came to contact with your cheek, causing you to wince. “You are my soul mate…” Feeling his thumb brush against the skin, you shut your eyes, hoping to reopen them an realize you were in a nightmare. But as soon as you did, he was still standing there in front of you, gazing at every little feature on your face. “I have learned that no matter how hard I try to push it away, the Force always has it’s way of creeping back…so why not accept it and bend the rules in ways that I can benefit from it?”
“Benefit?!” You smacked his hand down, instantly feeling a bit pitiful as you regretted hitting him. No, no I don’t! I can’t! “Having a soul mate is not a joke! It’s something real, something you can never have because I can never love you!”
“That’s what your head is saying, but your heart,” Feeling his finger push against where your heart was now rapidly beating, he gave you a small smirk. “It says otherwise. It’s beating for me, and only me. You are mine.”