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Asta was always the one to hold back, only because she didn’t want anybody to get hurt by her actions. In this case her words, her English was good, but she still had a hard time getting the right words together when she is flustered.

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“You just wait until my parents and uncle get here. You’re going to be sorry!” Ben declared, looking up at the dark clad man before him.

She’d left in the middle of the night, with only a single back, two envelopes and two pictures, tucking the items in their appropriate places, except for one of pictures, she’d left on the dash, along with her cup of coffee, always being sure it was in her line of sight. 

She wasn’t even sure what town she was in, but there was a quietness in the air as the sun rose, her fingers reaching for the radio dial, turning the volume up on the old Falcon as she allowed the cool fall morning air to fill the car, pulling off the one way old highway road. She could feel him here. 

There was a peaceful silence in the air, that was comforting, and being about halfway through her trip, she wasn’t sure if she was ready. But with nearly fifteen hours under her belt, she knew it was plenty of time. It was her goodbye. 

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Chicago was always overwhelming to Rey, and as she carefully maneuvered through the traffic, and sleek cars, she’d never felt so out of place. Her fingers shook as she could see her destination in the distance, its sheer massive and impressive being standing out against all the rest of the high rise buildings. Her head shaking with an air of sadness, of course he’d choose to live here, of all the places, it was as different from Colorado as one could chose, but she really didn’t expect any less. 

Parking the Falcon carefully, Rey grasped the envelope in hand, along with the one photograph, tucking the second into the visor her fingers glancing at it one last time, a black and white, a father and a son, a sad smile toying at her lips before she flipped it back up, grabbing for her bag before she made way for the address written on a little scrap of paper.

She hated the heights, the sounds that echoed from this high up, and she wanted to blame her lack of sleep for her nerves as she knocked on the expensive looking door of Ben Solo’s Chicago home. 

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