CRIMSON DESTRUCTION [KYLO REN X READER] BOOK III

10

four months after joining the Resistance

A red light flashed into your room, making your eyes pop open in shock. You were wide awake before the blaring noise of the siren even started. 

You were up, grabbing the backpack you'd kept under the bed. It was full of food that would not perish, a metal bottle of warm temperature water, a folded blanket, and a set of clothes that would be good for both winter and summer. These were the only belongings that you could call your own. These were the only types of things anyone could call their own. 

Because in the Resistance, it was quite frequent that your base would be discovered, and you would be forced to get up, no matter the time, day or night, and flee before the ships left without you. 

And, well, you certainly weren't a priority, and it was clear that no one would welcome you on their escape craft to save your life. 

You were running with the crowd, bag hanging off of one of your shoulders, slightly out of breath. You glanced around, found a ship you were not familiar with, and went to board. But someone grabbed you by the back of your shirt, tugged you backwards, and let you fall. You looked up in shock and felt the pounding steps of feet trampling over you, on your fingers and legs. 

Forcing yourself to your feet, you looked around for a way out. A way out that wouldn't result in you getting beat as soon as you stepped onto the ship. 

You ran to the left, feeling the harsh shoves of people that hated that you weren't dead already.

/ / /

"Finn, you're an idiot if you go out there," Rose declared, watching her friend take off his jacket and head towards the door. "It's too big of a risk to wait around. The Order will get us before-"

He gave her a sharp look. "Then leave without me, Rose. I'm not trying to make things difficult for you. I'm giving her the chance that Poe and Rey gave me all those years ago. So let me do this. Alright?"

She said nothing, but that was fine, because he didn't wait around for an answer.

The crowd was thick with people fighting to escape. Finn ran headfirst into them, nearly knocking himself to the ground again and again, desperately searching for the girl wearing Rey's borrowed clothes, unable to let her die when she was this free now, this able to move on.

Finally, he spotted you. You were pressing yourself against the wall, trying to force your body between two walls of metal and pipe and cords. Finn sprinted over, skin slick with sweat. 

"___," he said, holding a hand out. "Come on, let's go."

"Of course you came to find me," you said, a smile touching your lips. "You can't just let me go ahead and die, can you?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "No I can't."

"I'm not sure if that's annoying or flattering, honestly," you said. 

"Come on," he told you, "take my hand and and let me get us out of here. I'm not letting the Order get you."

You took his hand, for reasons unknown. For reasons unknown, you kept surviving, not belonging, not taking a place. You just kept surviving.

/ / /

eight months after joining the Resistance

It was clear to you that you would always be the wife of Kylo Ren, despite not being associated with him anymore. You wished it bothered you that you were still seen as that.  But buried under your fear and heartache was the grim wish that he would appear again, ready to run away with you again.