When did her life became like...this.
Rey stared at her reflection in the luxurious mirror, embed with gold and expensive gemstones in front of her. She stared unblinkingly at the reflection, at the woman clad in a black, sleeveless dress made out of silk that clung to her body perfectly, brown curls hanging loosely over her shoulders, and wondered not for the first time, when did her life change. Not even a year ago she was a scavenger on Tatooine, making for a living by rummaging in old Imperial Star Destroyers, now scattered through the deserts, remnants of a time long gone, before she was born.
Then in the same desert she found a droid, BB-8 calling for help, trying to free himself from the net a vicious Jawa trapped him in.
If she didn't help the little droid would she still be on Tatooine?
Would she still be struggling to survive, living in a fallen AT-AT covered with sand, without friends-not that she had them now eater.
Still, Rey cannot help but wonder how her life would have turned out if she didn't escape with Finn and BB-8. If she never came to Jakku and if she was never captured...
Sighting, she smoothed the dress and turned towards the single door in the room. Few steps separated her from the new life she was about to discover.
Would it be a better one? Or a worse one?
There was no room for such thoughts. The past was in the past. She had to get over with this. Taking shaky steps, she stepped in front of the door and reached her hand to open it, but only to take a step back when the door opened by itself.
No, not by itself, but with the single being in the other room.