The Lure of Darkness (Kylo Ren fanfic)

// Nine // Third Person POV //

He sighed. "I was gone, to keep you safe."

She looked up at him and furrowed her brows. Normally she'd just choose to accept such an answer, because she'd never overly pushed him for much. But today that wouldn't fly with her.

"No, I want more of an answer than that Kylo. I deserve more than that."

He flinched at her raised voice. He didn't mean for this happen, for her to be upset with him like this. He just wanted her safe... From him.

"Maiya, please," he pleaded. "I'm sorry..."

She sat up and whacked his arm, and slapped his chest. Tears now poured down her cheeks. Kylo, for all his flaws and weakness, took her emotional breakdown well.

He never took his eyes off of her as she cried and hit him. She hit him for all he was worth and more, tired of feeling scared all the time that her life was on the line. That he may very well be playing a sick game and toying with her.

As her open hand collided with his cheek, his hand flew up across her hand to hold it in place. She opened her bleary eyes as the tears fell. They both sat still, staring at the other. Two broken kids, damaged in completely different ways and played in a game of politics and power. Neither making the best choices for their lives, neither knowing how to forgive or let go. Neither ever really knowing what it meant to be sorry, or to feel much else than pain.

Kylo reached across the span between them, and with his bare thumb opposite of what held her hand to his still stinging face, he wiped her tears away. She sniffled, her shoulders shaking as she took a deep breath and shuddered.

The truth was, he was just as scared as she was. He'd braved many things, though many viewed his bravery as cowardice not that they were completely wrong, though he was at war with himself, unsure of if he agreed with those sentiments or not.

But this, with Maiya, was a level of brave no one had ever trained or prepared him for. Love, for all of his family's tries and errors in the act of such emotion, wasn't one he'd ever been prepared to feel so deeply. One he'd ever thought he'd want to feel.

And here they sat, frozen in a moment as they stared at each other, her hand held to his now red cheek, and his hand held to her soaking wet one, they were figuring out their next move.

What was next for them- let go of it and set her free to wherever she wanted? If there was a moment to choose it, it was now when he was broken enough to truly see how wrong it was to keep a girl where she didn't belong.

Or would they pursue these evolving feelings between them, bridged by the connection that bound them so tightly together in a way they could never undo?

"What do you want, Maiya?" Kylo asked quietly in a roughened voice.

It wasn't the smooth as dark silk voice she'd grown accustomed to, the one she found as soothing to hear as the softest lullaby. But it was still the voice that sent goosebumps all over. It was her favorite sound, she'd realized.

"Do you want to go? I'll set you free if you wish."

Her eyes widened. Was he really offering to let her go? Freedom!

But she took a deep breath. What was that freedom, alone on Jakku worth, when she felt more at home here with Kylo than she ever did there in that sandy hell of a junkyard?

Her eyes searched his for some type of a giveaway. He was masking whatever he was feeling, so she forced herself to whisper, "What do you want?"

Kylo wanted desperately to demand she stay. The idea of her away from him made him sick. But he was in a rare inbetween, a place where he could decide to not be selfish. But he couldn't tell her to go, either. So he settled for the second best.

"I want you to be happy."

The most rare words to either set of ears. No one had ever stopped to ask what would make them happy. Things were just simply expected of them. His words brought a joy to her she'd never recounted knowing.

As tears filled her eyes, though none fell, she whispered back, "And that is what I want for you."

A standstill. No where to turn now, no one to say how it would be. Simply put, they must choose what it is that would make them happy.

"I'd be happy if you stayed," Kylo murmured, his eyes traveling across her face, landing on her lips for a pause before retreating back to those eyes that seemed to hold every secret in the galaxy.

A small smile crept across her face. No one had ever wanted her before. He offered her things she'd so long desired, things that meant more to her than freedom and gold. She gently stroked her thumb across his cheek, making his eyes widen slightly at the gesture of affection- something he'd long since forgotten in his early childhood.

"And I believe I'd be happy if I stayed, too." Her voice was soft and hushed, the warmth of her declaration filling every inch of Kylo. This was the first time he'd felt something as strong as the power of the darkness. The first time he'd been so pulled to something without a cause of power.

He carefully pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her as he cradled her against his chest where she buried her face. She'd long since forgotten what it felt to have a home, what life before Kylo had been like.

He'd become such a strong, dictation factor in her life for the past two or three weeks, that everything before that just seemed to wipe away and vanish. Kylo was her home now. And she smiled softly at the warm thought.

Though they each knew deep down that this decision to start something put them in a line of danger, made them bigger targets than what they were, it was something worth the risk and there was no way they'd deny themselves this one thing... 

This one thing beckoning them both.

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Wow a pretty decently long chapter!

I really hope you guys liked this, I really
enjoyed writing it!! 

Well as I said in a post earlier, today I'm
officially 18! So maybe I can get another chapter
up for you guys, to celebrate that a little bit more. ;)

~Sigyn (<-- going back to signing with my original Wattpad name.)