reylo-edits

“ Please … ”

“And stars, which gave us the word distance, so we could name our deepest sadness.”

The connection between them was so raw and powerful that it reminded her of touching a live wire in the wreckage of a starship. She had closed her eyes, opened them, and found Kylo Ren there ── right next to her where she sat on the stone bench. As if she actually reach out and touch his hand, his face, his hair.

The Violinist

“Every time Rey took the subway home, he was there, playing the violin. He always played the same song. Sometimes at night she dreamed she was at a masquerade, dancing to that song with a masked gentleman, waltzing in the center of an illuminated hall, with everyone looking at her and at him. The knight kissed his hand at the end of the waltz. When she awoke, she felt the strange impression that it had not been a dream, but a memory.”

You are the snowstorm I’m purified The darkest fairytale In the dead of night.

                                                   “I’M FALLING                                          IN ALL THE GOOD TIMES                            I FIND MYSELF LONGING FOR CHANGE                               AND IN BAD TIMES I FEAR MYSELF”

“Please.”

“Don’t…”