Jogging through the city with heat flaring between her legs is becoming an all too familiar occurrence. She doesn’t mind it, not if it means that she gets to see Ben, but if he thinks she’s going to keep doing this once winter hits he’s got another thing coming.

She just wants him to ask her. It’s gotten to the point where she worries that maybe he just doesn’t want to live with her. Maybe he values his own space, maybe this is enough—

As lost in her thoughts as she is, Rey fails to notice the crack in the sidewalk until it’s too late. Her toe catches the jagged edge of concrete and she goes sprawling, landing hard on her knees and palms as she skids along the sidewalk.

Pain flares through her and she hisses, whimpering as she rolls over onto her back and stares up at the night sky. Her palms are scraped up and bloodied, and she lifts her head to see that her leggings are destroyed, shredded at the knees and along one shin to reveal torn skin.

The last Jedi, taken out by a raised bit of pavement. She would laugh, if she wasn’t in such pain.

Ow.