Chapter 2- The thoughts of a Jedi (Rey's Point of View)

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"I see why you made such quick friends with Poe," I look toward the copilot seat at Finn.
We land on Naboo, and I'm too untuned to the scenery to really pay attention to Finn's next words.
"I think he likes you, ya know?" Finn asks but doesn't get a reply.
"Earth to Rey!" Finn swipes his hand in front of my face and I lean towards him.
"Isn't it beautiful?" I whisper.
Finn looks out at the planet with me and we sit in silence until we see an X-wing fighter fly over.
"Looks like Poe made it," Finn states.
"Yes, indeed." I turn the pilot chair around and head out of the Falcon.

A lot of things have changed since I left Ben behind. One of those inevitable things that occurred was BB-8 leaving me to go back to her master. Poe.
Poe was a great guy, he really was. One hell of a pilot too. Poe was the one who left BB-8 on Jakku, who led me to Finn, who led me to the rebellion, who led me to Luke. Which led me to becoming the last Jedi.
Really, I got Poe to thanks for all that has happened to me since leaving Jakku. But that being a clear good thing, I'm still not sure of.
Finn and Poe were the best of friends, and Finn was my best friend other than BB-8. Although, ever since I first laid eyes on Poe, things have been different.
Poe was my main back up. My second in command, I guess you could say. We talked all the time and fooled around like brother and sister. He talked less with Finn and I started taking care of BB-8 after her flights with Poe.
Chewie and Finn became fast friends once Poe and I caught up on all our stories of our adventures.
"Rey, wait up!" I heard Finn trying to catch up behind me.
"Did you leave the compression on?" I ask Finn raising an eyebrow.
"Oh shoot!" He ran back to the Falcon just as I spotted an orange pilot suit come from behind the tree line.
"Rey!" Poe ran for me and I ran for him.
He was smiling as I ran and I ran for dear life. I wanted desperately to be in his strong, caring arms.
We smacked into eachother and his arms wrapped around my waist as I wrapped mine around his neck.
"Oh god. It's so good to see you again," he gleamed in my ear. I scrunched my face, raising on eyebrow.
I looked up into his eyes and smiled. "Oh really?" He stared back at me with that smirk. "Poe! Poe," I took off running. "Don't you do it!" I warned. And he did it.
He took off running after me. I knew what was coming, hating when he pulled this on me.
Soon I  felt myself making contact with a firm surface. I was airborne and twirling in circles. I squealed.
He threw me up into the air, and I came crashing down into his shaking arms. He was laughing in the silliest way, I couldn't be mad.
I jumped out of his arms and landed back on solid ground finally. I shoved on his shoulder and laughed with him.
"I seen you yesterday, punk," I smiled into his eyes. Something clicked and I just stepped forward back into his careful arms.
"Rey-" He started but then decided against it. Instead, he leaned in and kissed me.
I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen and stuttered back, clenching my aching stomach.
"Rey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Poe clutched me tight and steadied me.
In a flutter, it was gone.
"Yeah, yeah." I whisper looking up at Poe. "I have to lay down, I'll see you... I'll see ya later buddy." I say, knowing those words would travel behind me and find him.
I have to know what that force was...
It felt like...

"Join me," he reached his hand out to me, "please." He finished.
I felt like I was being torn apart and I could feel the same essence from him.
This would tear us apart.
I grab for my light saber as so does he. We fight for it. Raging pain and suffering... and longing in such a battle.
I felt pain in my abdomen and the lightsaber split.

Ben.
I ran to the Falcon and locked the doors behind me.
I ran to my cot floor and sat down with my legs crossed, and pushed out with the force.

Ben?
Scavenger.

My heart weakened.

Ben. I'm so sorry.....

I pushed out and nothing came back.
  
Ben's thoughts were lost to me.

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