She looked like a porcelain doll in a bed that was too big.

The black of her hair was made even darker by the white of the pillows, while there were dark circles under her eyes. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. She didn't seem real, or at least that's what my brain was trying to tell itself. That the girl in front of me wasn't Rey at all. No, Rey looked completely different. She always had these bright eyes and was so full of life. Unlike the she-wolf in the bed in front of me. But denying didn't help. The lifeless figure was the crazy girl I...