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...