"Please Ky, I'm no fool. I know you did this." She stood with a pile of flowers in her hands outside the small cottage, a giant smirk prying on her beautiful lips.
"I swear I didn't." Kylo snickered and handed her a small piece of paper, his messy hand writing scribbled a poem of love just for her. Kylo snapped a photo of her as she read the proposal, tears softly falling down onto the parchment paper but the smile never leaving her face.
Kylo remembered this day like the back of his hand. He thought of it when he couldn't sleep because of the nightmares, he thought of it in his darkest times when he feared for his life and broke down into tears. And when he thought of this moment He would pull out her journal and looked at the photo taped to the leather bound front and read every single one of her diary entries. It would make him believe she was still with him. It would give him home that this was all some awful dream and he woke wake up to their children jumping on the bed in their cottage in the fields/forest, she would be cooking breakfast for him. She would be fully alive and beautiful
as ever, she would kiss him with her warm lips and happy grin, he would kiss her back and talk with their children. They would fight and kiss and make up and end up fall more and more in love than they were before.
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures
Are all I can feel
"Hold me, please." She whispered to him, they were looking deep into each other's eyes as the rain drenched their bodies. Kylo instantly wrapped his arms around her body, engulfing her in his sweet scent and warm touch. She rested her head upon his chest and listened closely to his thumping heart, memorizing his constantly beat to reply in her head.
"Please don't go." He whispered back, laying his chin on her head and gulping deeply. He felt her anger, her sadness, her fear, her rage, her heartache, her hopelessness, her grief, her sorrow, her mourning, her rejection, her woe, her horror, her desperation, her doubt, her dread, her everything. They heard the ships flying above them and landing far away, it gave them time to be together.
Kylo looked down at her goosebumps ridden body and kissed her gently, he knew the answer he would get if he asked her to stay so he didn't try. He only kissed her, for one last time, in an attempt to save her and keep her safe from all and every form of harm. There was a loud bang so she ran from his arms and into the woods, jumping over the tree's lifted roots and crying loudly. When she meet the fields she dropped to her knees and screamed, banging on the ground with her fists and shaking the ground with her force. And Kylo heard her from across the forest inside their cottage, hiding from his own team, he cried into her sweater while trying to remember her face.
Remembering you standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
Remembering you running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go
"NO!!!" Kylo screamed, his heart falling to pieces with her body falling to the ground, she ran to her side and caught her body. She lie lifeless in his long, pale arms, her h/c hair tanglelessly covering her cheeks. Kylo's face burnt red and his tears endless, she was ghostlike already. He hadn't gotten a goodbye or a kiss or a hug or a wave, just her body falling.
He closed his eyes while loudly sobbing and holding her to his chest, rocking back in forth. He thought of the first time they meet. She was hidden in the shadows of the bar, sipping on some water to quench her unending thirst. Although she tried everything to hide he instantly saw her, his stomach twisting and his head aching from love. He'd never felt this before. He sat beside her, she spoke like an angel with a pulchritudinous smile. By the time he finished ordering an alcoholic beverage she was out of the door, only dust was left.
"Why! WHY!!!!" Kylo screamed as he looked down at the delicate face he considered to be the definition of passion, of true love. He stopped shaking but his breath still heavy and hard, he leaned down to her cold lips. He hadn't felt them in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and many many years. He briefly closed his eyes, sucking in, with great struggle, a deep breath and opened his eyes. She was gone. Just like the first time he'd seen her, there was only dust left.
