Bond (Kylo Ren x Rey)

Boy

Rey's quarters were as silent as a tomb except for the heavy breaths leaving her lungs. Her formerly suspended hand fell to the floor as she crumpled down into a heap. There was so much to process. So much sadness. But so much hope for the future. She had accidentally accessed his other memories, she hadn't tried to pry. But they had just called to her conscious and she couldn't look away.

The boy with the raven black curls, how had he managed to cope? Rey had always wanted a family, but seeing young Ben's turmoil at his parents' conflict broke her heart. She knew that it only had gotten worse from there. From what Leia had told her and Luke as well, Han and the general had become more and more strained as time went on, especially on the subject of Ben's abilities. Tears still streamed down Rey's face as she thought of the poor boy seared into her mind. His despair tore her in two.

Remembering still, the torture, not of Ben Solo, but of Kylo Ren sent her hairs up on end. Snoke had nurtured him, ever since he was a child. It was inescapable, especially in his adulthood. Especially in that memory. She could see the strain in Kylo's face as he had tried to unsuccessfully school his features while being tortured. His limbs shook in spasms as his screams started to pierce the air. The deadly quiet. Rey would never forget the look on Snoke's face as tears began to spring into Kylo's eyes. The Supreme Leader had just sat on his throne, not even needing to extend a hand out to increase the powerful grip on his apprentice's mind and body. A thin, grim smile played across his face as a laugh rumbled its way through his corpse-like, frail body. The sound had frozen the space around her like ice.

Pulling her mind back to reality, Rey found herself letting out quiet sobs into the grimy floor of the Millennium Falcon. Kylo Ren didn't deserve this.

Ben Solo didn't deserve this.

These thoughts in her mind hardened her resolve to help the man who, some corner of her mind screamed to her, was her enemy. With a blink, she silenced those negative thoughts and brought their shared vision to the forefront. They had touched hands. It had felt like the world around them had stilled and the Force ran bolts of electricity through their palms and into one another. Then the vision itself.

The night air around them was starting to thin from the smoke of battle. Rey and Kylo clambered their way onto the sandy ruins of a long-lost building. Easing herself into a seated position on the ledge, Rey let her feet dangle down off the side. In a puff of dust, Kylo was plopped down beside her. She could see the outline of his face against the light of the two moons in the midnight sky. His long nose jutted from his regal face as he tipped his face into the moonlight. She could glimpse a flash of his long, dark eyelashes as they were caught by a beam. Rey sighed with contentment. This was all she needed.

Her eyes on Kylo had caught his attention. Even sitting down, he was still taller than her, Rey noted as he gazed down to look upon her. Even in the darkness his eyes were bright with the hint of tears. He was so pure and open in that moment that it took her breath away. Kylo's hand found her's gripping the edge of the sandstone rock. He grazed his fingertips over her knuckles, eliciting a blush in her cheeks and tingles down her spine. He gripped her hand in his and brought it to his mouth, lips brushing over the smooth skin there.

Kylo whispered into her hand, "This is where I am meant to be. With you. With the Light."

Reliving this vision again brought warmth to Rey's damp, tear-stained cheeks. There was hope for him. He would return to her. He would return to his family. He would return to the Light. It was where he belonged. She wondered how Kylo could see the same vision and yet deny his eventual turn. That vision was so obviously portraying his future allegiance to the Light, why did he think that he had seen something different? How had he interpreted it so differently?

A sudden exhaustion wracked Rey's slender frame, and she realized what she really needed was rest. Reprieve from the emotions. Shaking, she stood to her feet and shuffled over to her waiting bunk. Shirking off her boots, she nestled into the bed, pulling up the meager threadbare sheets and blankets the Falcon could offer her. Rey curled her knees into her chest as she steadied her breathing from the experience she just had. The change she just had. She hoped that the sliver of Ben Solo still left had seen that vision. Learned from it. Gotten stronger.

As Rey's eyes fluttered closed, her mind latched on to the most soothing sensation her mind had to offer her. The delicate but calloused grip of Kylo's hand and the bare touch of his lips.

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Just Rey soaking in all the feels. Let me know whatcha think!