Neither Can I
"I can't go to sleep. You will always be on my mind, even if you are not with me." – Unknown
Her eyes closed, and she reached out. Across empty space, across unseen tangles of energy and matter, along the ethereal threads of force that connected each and every little speck of life. She reached out, balancing along the tightropes until…
There.
A gentle probe, the barest skim of another presence, somewhere far back in her mind, somewhere far away, across the gulf between stars. A response to her call. He seemed…hesitant, this time. Shy. A slip of anxiety fell through the crack in the space between them. Rey could almost see him in her mind. Lying in bed, much like her. A cracked, broken lightsaber lay on the bed cast over to the side of the bed, head pillowed on his arm.
"Can't sleep?" His voice cracked in her mind, a mirror for his lightsaber. Closing her eyes, she could almost see – no, feel – him here, a strange yet comforting mass on the bed next to her, twin pools of mahogany tinged with shining gold and oh-so-pure amber regarding her. A jagged scar ran up Kylo's – no, Ben's – chest, and another up the side of his face. She'd given him that one. A sharp pang of guilt rang out in her heart.
Rey shook her head, a loose lock of curly brown hair falling into her eyes." No."
A light pressure appeared on her arm, and she could see in her mind a large, gnarled hand, that of an older man, pressing against her. The pressure tugged, and she obliged, moving until she felt a gentle warmth around her. She could feel gentle lips pressed onto the crown of her head.
"Neither can I."
Author's Note
Just a short little thing I've been wanting to write for a long time now. Yes, I'm somewhat of a Reylo slob. Not sure why. The fanart I've seen is just…I don't know. It's…beautiful, and tragic, and heartwarming, in a strange way. Anyways, inspiration belongs to sabermay over on Deviantart and her wonderful artwork. Link is below (remove the spaces). Enjoy!
-Krast
deviantart sabermay/art/Can-t-Sleep-Reylo-722751969