A knock.

A steady knock that woke Rey from her terrorising thoughts that would make at least some people flinch in fear and shock.

Lowering her eyelids a little, Rey felt her eyes adjust to the dark quite quickly - before she knew it, she was wide awake.

Wide awake, hungry and thirsty. She hadn't eaten or drunk in days - maybe weeks, she didn't know.

She didn't care. He was gone, and she now knew her life was not worth living. It was hopeless, everlasting sadness would creep through her veins and drown her until she was very much dead.

Looking down at her body, Rey wasn't that shocked when she saw her ribcage poking out of her pale skin, she wasn't surprised to see how shaky her knees were becoming.

She was surprised that she was alive. That she had enough room in her body to breathe.

Slowly picking up her robe, she wrapped it around her tightly, making sure that she covered every bit of her chest and stomach.

WHAM!

The knocks were getting louder, harder and much more impatient as she carefully strode to her door - her bunny slippers clicking as she walked across the wooden flooring.

Then the voice boomed across the corridors, filling her ears, making her scrunch her eyes up in pain.

"REY! Open up! I know you're in there! I don't care if it's 11pm! I need to see you! REY! Come on girl!"

Muffling her coughs, Rey finally got to the door - with much help from the walls as she painfully staggered over.

Pulling the door fiercely open, Rey came face to face with Finn, also known as Finn Storm.

His face was still handsome, his dark skin shining brightly in the moonlight and what seemed to look like sweat.


"What do you want?" Rey said coldly, looking at him through half lidded eyes as he frowned at her.

"Don't play games Rey, I know what's going on and I'm going to put it right." Finn answered, his eyes narrowed at her. "Now can I please come in?"

Her eyes also narrowed, almost mockingly as she stood her ground. Not moving an inch.

"No. You're a nuisance. Now leave me alone." Rey replied, turning away from him to walk into her house - using her connection with the force to shut the door.

If only Finn-fucking-Storm hadn't stepped in right at the minute she had turned her back, then maybe she, Rey would have gone to sleep perfectly that night.

Of course, life wasn't perfect. In her case, it was the exact opposite, the exact opposite indeed.

"Why didn't you answer my letters? My calls? Anything?!" Rey whispered in her ear, his harsh breath hitting her ear.

Surprisingly, she smirked a little. Amused at her friends tone with her, as if she was a naughty child. Fascinating.

"Are you the only one who cared? Do you even care actually? Or are you here to make fun of me and what I'm like?" She snapped at him, before walking away into her lounge, her fists clenched angrily.

Finn watched her in awe, his cheeks heating up as he watched her stalk into her lounge, her cheeks also red, however in her case with anger.

Finally remembering he had two feet, Finn chased after her, stopping dead when he saw that she was lying down on her couch - her robe opened a little to reveal her whole body to him.

Although, most men would have taken the chance to look at Rey’s body, Finn gazed down upon it with fear in his eyes.

Her bones…They showed through her skin, it made her look like a skeleton that had been ripped apart.

"God damn Rey…" He murmured, sinking to his knees when he had rushed over to look at her.

"GOD DAMN YOU REY!" He yelled, placing his hand over her stomach - not even bothering to look up as he felt fresh tears prick at the corners of his eye.

"It's not as bad as it looks…" He heard her stammer, weak from all the walking she had done probably.

He growled at her, giving her the most steely look he could muster before looking down at her with sympathetic eyes again.

"It looks bad to me…For god sake Rey…You've got to get over him! He's dead! He wouldn't want you doing this to your-"

"Don't tell me what he would want me to do! You don't understand him like I do!" Rey growled back, her eyes glazed over with fury at him.

Victor felt his mouth close in shock as he stared up at her, the pure rage in her eyes making him shrink back into a little baby in fear of his mother.

Then his rage finally settled in, and his pride. Rey had hit him where it hurt, his heart and pride.

"So you say that Kylo would want to see you like this? That's bullshit!" He retorted, his gaze cutting the silence between them both.

Rey gasped as she felt the strong fingers of Finn’s touch her bones again, the coldness of it all sending shivers down her spine.

"Peanut…" She whispered, getting used to the now soothing cold of Finn’s fingers.

He looked up at her, his eyebrow arched questioningly - waiting for her to go on.

"I love-" She coughed, light blood trickling down the corners of mouth, down her neck, into her black bra.

Finn felt as if butterflies were flying around in every human part of his body, this was unbelievable. A crush that lasted ten years? What a world record.

"I love Kyle, so much. I can't get over him…Even after ten years after his death. It's," She coughed again. "Impossible."

Ah, always a catch though isn't there? He loved her, but she didn't, couldn't love him.

"It's not impossible Rey…" He reached down to grab something out of his sports bag that was left on the floor after he had suddenly rushed in.

He tightly smiled at her, his one eye gleaming with fake happiness that made her frown for some reason.

"You just love him. And that's a good thing."

"Obviously not to you." She replied weakly, her hand gripping onto his as she tried her best to breathe.

He felt his eyes shut and his ears clog up, this wasn't exactly the way he had planned on saying this. This wasn't the way he wanted it.

He wasn't ready, he had to deny it all. Anything to get her off his back, to make her not see the truth.

"What are you talking about eh?" He pulled the wipe out of his bag, before dabbing it over her mouth and neck.

"Nothing…" She murmured into the pillow that she had placed over her face. Anything to hide the tears.

Finn got up, his face masked by an emotional barrier as he tried his hardest to find the kitchen.

When managing to find it, Finn instantly looked through her fridge, eyeing the food with delicious excitement, seeing something that he thought Rey would like -he pulled out cheese, tomatoes, ham and butter out.

Whilst managing to make her a sandwich - he of course had almost forgotten that he needed bread - Finn then looked through her cupboards to find her lemongrass tea packets.

He didn't have to search long like he had hoped he would, the cupboards were packed with the packets, in almost every nook and cranny.

At long last, he was done with everything that had to be done:

A tray to carry the food? Check. The sandwich? Check. The tea which took forever? Check.

Tip toeing out of the kitchen, he was surprised that she was now properly dressed in his old ‘the resistance’ basketball jersey. He was shocked that it still fit, after 10 years and all - it should have grown too small for her.

Except there she was, looking at him with soft, curious eyes that made his heart beat race.

Placing the tray down beside her, he sat down on the chair opposite of her. Eyes watching her seriously.

"Eat up Rey." He commanded, pointing at the food as if it had done an offence to him.

He saw her hand twitch a little, then turn back into it's normal state. As did her eyes, looking at him as though he was insane.

"I'm not hungry." Rey responded in her usual monotone voice.

"Oh yeah? And I don't love saying REY!!!!" Finn stopped when he saw a small smile come to her face.

Smirking himself, he pushed the tray further towards her - making her cringe and look at him.

"Boom. I made you smile." He grinned. "Now, eat."

Her frown deepened before she finally looked away, acting as if she wasn't interested whatsoever.

"Rey, please. If you don't wanna do it for yourself. Do it for me!" He found himself almost yelling at her.

Grabbing her arm, he turned her to make her face look at him.

"Please." He whispered through gritted teeth, ignoring the pain that was being drilled into his teeth.

Rey felt something hard had hit her in her already broken heart, as she watched the pleading in Finn eyes.

The look that Kylo had given her when he was just about to die…He hadn't even said he loved her.

Damn him. Damn him to fucking hell.

So she took the sandwich in her hands, trembling as she took the first bite and the first swallow. Almost choking at the delicious flavours that were satisfying her taste buds.

Then she lost it.

Her eyes started to water, and for the first time in ten years.

She broke down crying in Finn’s arms as he held her to his broad muscular chest, comforting her with the best warmth he could give.

And she was grateful. Because he cared.

Finn felt the crying stop, looking down he saw her sleeping figure slumped against his chest.

That's when he made the promise. The promise that he would NEVER go back on.

"I may not be like Kylo…Hell, I know I'm not Kylo…" He whispered in her ear, holding her close to his chest.

Soft liquid fell in Rey's hair as Finn looked once more down at her, tears of happiness, or was it sadness? His tears dropped freely into her wild bangs of hair, making her hair go a little curly at the ends.

"But I'll try to be like him Rey…I swear to God I'll try…Because." He softly kissed her forehead, not her cheeks, not her neck, not her hand and certainly not her lips…

"Those lips only belong to him eh? Lucky idiot." He chuckled weakly as her figure tried to get more warmth from his chest.

"I love you Rey…"

"Kylo…" She whispered in her sleep, sighing at the name.

That was also the first time Finn felt his heart break because of a woman.

"Yeah…" He nodded, his tears now mixing with each other to create a tearful waterfall that was casting down his cheeks. "Kylo…" He murmured the last word before kissing her on the forehead again.

"I may not be him at all…But I'll always love you like him."