Star Wars VII: Fanfiction "Coward"

I have a new ship that I cannot get out of my head, so I have done what I do best. Fanfic about it and as always I put the header below (as a teaser) and then you can follow the link in the title to the AOOO page:

Title: Connections I: Coward

Series: Star Wars VII: The Force Awakens

Soundtrack: Coward: Hayden Calnin

Spoilers: Yes

Time frame: End of movie

Summary: True freedom can only be taken by those have been chained, true love has to be given freely, abundantly, overflowing, expecting nothing in return and true peace can only come to those who are not cowards.

Excerpt: “He wanted to linger on it but he almost didn’t have the energy anymore to marvel at the idea of his heart laid so bare. Did Hux know this? Had Hux seen this before, this vibration travelling though the ribbons? Did he feel it? Would he feel it when they would fade. Would he feel the last... thump?”

Pairings: Hux/Kylo Ren

Word count: ~2500

Rating: ()

Warning: deathfic?

Other: This is a stand-alone “continuation” of metropolitanlights exquisite “Coloured Connections” - it is advisable to read it first since the concept of “connections” is not explained in this fic”.

Thanks: Thank you metropolitanlights for your amazing idea and fic! Poem from Miguel de Unamuno, also thanks to neurovicky whose Tumblr prompt “too late” made my demons sing in tune. Dialogue in italics is from “Coloured Connections”. Also I have found inspiration to my writings all over Tumblr and I can't even remember half of it, so if you recognise anything (within reason) and want to be credited just let me know.
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It is already published in AOOO under "Coward", nuff said.

Poem "coward"

I write...about all the things my aching heart contain

The words flooding, filling it to the brim, flowing over

I want to tell you...everything

...you are everything to me.

I write....for I cannot make the words come over my lips

they all freeze in my pallet, stiffen my tongue

There, in front of me, you are

waiting

anticipating

lingering

curious

...disappointed

Yet,

everything

...you are everything to me.

I write...for the words that should come from my mouth are instead

spilling from my fingertips