Find Me

Find Me Here (Amids the Chaos)

They didn't move for a while, just looking at one another. For the first time in his life, Ben wished he had the force to aid him once again, to tell him what was going on her mind.

Rose had said she'd give them space to figure their soulmate stuff, so that meant she knew about it, about how they were more than just two people. And Rey knew too.

"I don't know what to say," he decided to break the silence.

As if an order was lifted, Rey panted.

"I don't know too," she laughed, nervous. "It's just..."

Ben waited, and she covered her face with a hand, covering her mouth and then gesturing with it at him.

"You're here," she said in a way that told him she didn't quite believe it. "I thought I'd never see you, and you're here. You're here, and you're two steps away from me and I thought I would know what to say when I saw you, but..."

She stopped and moved a hand through her hair, going silent again, and Ben took the opportunity.

"It's like words aren't enough," he decided.

Rey nodded, and he swallowed down, taking in a long breath and stepping once, then twice, and they were standing face to face, inches from one another. He wanted to touch her, but he didn't know if he even could. So, instead of just doing so, he did what they'd done ages ago. He raised a hand.

Her eyes darted from his face to it, and her shoulders trembled with the breath she took in, but her hand slowly moved, finally resting on his. It was like he was sucked into a tunnel, surrounded by images flashing in his eyes, skin embracing his skin and sweet and sinful tastes filling his tongue, all at once. Their lives, all of them. Every touch, every loss and every win. The children they had when they had them, the times he had to watch her die and live without her, the times he couldn't, and the time he left her to live a life without him. The times they were important, that they made history - in Verona, children from rival families, and as King Henry VII and Queen Elizabeth of York - and times they were just a simple pair of lovers, with different lives, bodies and names, and some similar to how they were now. But he always found her, and he always loved her, be it for days or years. He was always hers, and she was always his.

Rey's lips touched his with hesitance, but became certain when he held her tightly in his hands. Everything in the world made sense for him, finally, and it was like he was complete again after a lifetime with half of his essence and soul away.

He tasted salt, but he didn't know whose tears they were, his or hers, and when they pulled apart from their kiss, it was just for her to hold him close in a hug that should last a century or more.

"I wrote you a song," he affirmed, looking at her. "Our song. I heard it every night, every time I closed my eyes and I wrote it."

She just nodded a little bit, and Ben fished for his phone in his pocket with a shaky hand, and unlocked it under her eyes.

Fuck , when did it get so hard to unlock his phone and open the stupid folder?

When the song started playing, he couldn't stop looking at her. Her eyes, her face, her expression. Rey's lips were slightly parter while they it played, and her shoulders started shaking not even a minute in, when she started sobbing, and he was quick to hold her close.

"Ben," she sniffed.

Ben closed his eyes, crying into her fresh smelling hair.

"I know, sweetheart," he pressed his lips to her forehead. "I know."