The fire crackled, Rey's face glowing with orange light. Her fingers ran over the cool metal of the lightsabre, sliding through grooves and ridges. It looked like a simple piece of metal on the outside, and so complicated within.
Much like feelings, she realized.
With a half hearted groan, she lay back on the earth, setting the lightsabre aside, her thoughts turning, as they had so often done, to ben solo.
Hoping he was thinking of her too.
Halfway across the galaxy, maybe further, ben solo flinched behind his silver chrome-and-black mask. The grotesque figure seated on the throne before him watched the kneeling boy and smiled a twisted grin.
"Someone is thinking about you, child…" it hissed. Kylo ren lifted his head.
"Does it matter.?" he rasped, quenching the thoughts of his own that flew immediately to the assumption, to the hope that whoever it was, it was rey.
He blanched within the darkness the mask cast over the pall of his face.
Kylo ren never hoped.
But maybe he could make a exception.