After recent events, Kylo Ren found it impossible to drift away into slumber. Every time those dark eyes lay shut, haunting images surfaced. The images of Han Solo's last moments clouded his mind, and were forever engraved within his memory.

An action that only led him to a deeper feeling of pain. A feeling so deep and heavy that it surpassed the millions of screams that echoed through his mind. Had it been too late before, it certainly was now. However, the pull to the light still lingered about. Her impression subsided deep within him. So deep, that even an act as despicable as killing his own father had not silenced the call to the light, which beckoned him.

He lowered himself back against the firm mattress within his quarters. The mostly empty space, in which he resided in, was hard, cold, and dark. The deep wound that started at his jaw, sliced up his cheek, and ended near his brow was the only relic she had left behind. The phantom burn of his scar was nearly as painful as her absence. Those glazed eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, and his minds drifted back the scavenger girl, Rey. Leaning up, he bent his knees, straightened his back, and closed his eyes. Kylo Ren tried to rid his mind of such thoughts.

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For a moment, he found himself submerged in a stark white empty space. Before long, yellow and blue rays began to penetrate the nothingness. The sound of gentle waves crashing filled his ears. Upon studying the landscape, Kylo Ren knew he had crossed some threshold while meditating. He now stood upon a rocky island, but there was something about it. Something was familiar. His mind drifted back to the time he had penetrated her thoughts. This was not just any island, it was the island.

His feet carried him forward. Those dark eyes beared down hard and peered in the direction in front of him. He could feel her presence even stronger than he had on Takodanna. The undeniable connection that linked them was stronger than ever.

Had he have known that breaking past her mind's barrier would have formed such an attachment, he would have approach her with more caution. Even with all the distance she had put between them, he heard her thoughts, felt her pain, and known her loneliness. Up until this very moment, the bond they shared through the force called to him. Perhaps, it had been inevitable...even fate, he thought.

Regardless, it was an attachment he had not desired, for it complicated his intentions. Despite telling the girl not to fear their connection, he had not considered his own words. Fear had consumed him. The chain that bound them had the power to pull him towards the light. This burden needed to be handled quickly.

Suddenly, his legs came to a halt. She sats silently before him with her eyes closed. Rey was lost so deep within her own thoughts, she had not noticed his intrusion. His ungloved hand reached for his lightsaber, but it had not crossed realms with him. His intentions had been to challenge her strength, and learn how she had grown over her time with Luke. He had appeared wearing only black pants, and regrettably left behind the persona he portrayed for others.

As he approached, her eyes darted open. For a moment, his presence appeared to surprise her. However, it was not the first time he had appeared to her within a dream. Yet, this time felt more real. By his appearance, she knew he had come to her from far away.

Without the use of her hands, she managed to her feet. Those hazel eyes narrowed to glare at him. Her every way seemed a little different. She was harder, and she had lost a bit of her warmth.

A feeling of emptiness was prompted by her coldness. His entire existence had mostly been cold, hard, and brutal. His most fond memory of her eyes closed, during the last battle, flooded his memory. The image of the way the light illuminated off her tan skin was clearer than anything. His body betrayed him, and he began to gravitate towards her.

The scar drew her attention to his face. He took notice that she was not studying his uncloaked form, but rather his disfigurement. The very idea stopped him from proceeding forward. A sharp phantom pain pulsed upon his cheek once more.

Through her eyes, he knew she was viewing a monster. Swiftly, his hand lifted towards his cheek. Before he made contact with his injury, her hand was already placed upon it. Rough fingertips traced along the old wound upon his snow white cheek. The sensation of her touch forced a soft sigh to escape his lips.

Her touch had unsettled him, and left a part of him feeling vulnerable. This vulnerability had already been there. It subsided within ever since their last encounter. Ever since she had left him alone and broken in the woods of Starkiller Base. He had offered himself to her, but she had rejected him. Rejection was not something he handled very well.

His piercing dark eyes tried to look through her, but were distracted by her own gaze. The hardness of her face had gone soft, and the coldness of her eyes dispatched. Rey was admiring a familiar face. One that reminded of her of Han Solo.

The feeling of her touch was a comfort that he had not felt in years or even over a decade. He had not known the sensation of another's touch. The last time he had felt any connection through physical contact was an embrace with his mother as a small child.

All the emotions that coursed through him brought him to his knees. Her knees buckled to allow herself to kneel down in front of him.

Her arms pulled themselves around him, while her hand traveled through his dark locks and pushed his head against her shoulder.

Defeated by her embrace, he allowed her in. His eyes fell closed, and for that moment he yielded to the light. His body felt light as he traveled back through the realms to his physical form. He traveled back as quick as a blink of the eye. When his subconscious mind met with his unconscious body, he jolted up. For the first time in a while, he felt well rested.