Author's Note: This is my first time writing Fan-fiction so please take it easy on me. I will admit that my punctuation and sentence structure isn't the best, but I hope you enjoy the story anyway. I plan on publishing a chapter each week until I get the characters to the ending I have in my head. Although it is obvious I will state it anyway, I do not own anything relating to the Star Wars Universe including all the characters and settings that are depicted in my story.

UNBREAKABLE BOND

Chapter 1

Kylo Ren

It had been weeks since the battle on Crait and the last force bond that had been activated between himself and Rey. It had been weeks since Kylo Ren had seen her. He was struggling to sleep again, finding himself tossing and turning. He could still see the moment that she closed the door on him. The anger, the lack of compassion, it was all there laid bare before him.

He flinched as she sealed the door shut forcing him to realise the mistake he'd made. He wanted her by his side more than he cared to admit. He had tried many times to activate the bond to feel her again, but her side was always closed off. Not once had she even tried to feel for him. He wanted to know if she had really shut him out forever.

He couldn't keep thinking like this, she was supposed to be his enemy. An opponent of the first order and trusted ally of the resistance. How could he have compassion for her? With that last thought, he let a sigh escape his lips and he closed his eyes again. He rolled onto his back and covered his sight with his forearm.

Barely a moment had gone by and he could suddenly feel her, her force signature. It was right beside him, right in his bed. He was afraid to move, terrified to open his eyes in case it disappeared again. So, he laid there not moving a muscle unaware that he was holding his breath. He felt like he was frozen within that moment for hours, but it could only be minutes. He gradually exhaled the breath that was struggling against his lungs before hesitating.

He listened intently to the figure lying beside him. He could hear her gentle breaths and felt how relaxed she was. She was asleep, in his bed, mere inches from him. He maintained breathing slowly in and out. He deliberately lowered his arm beside him, so it lay next to him, between them and closing the gap to mere millimetres. If he shifted at all, he would be touching her.

He slowly turned his head to look at the end of the bed. He was waiting for his sight to adjust to the darkness surrounding them. The only light being cast through the window was from the moonlight, through a minuscule gap in the curtains and the buttons from the control panel on the opposite wall next to the door.

He tried keeping his breaths level and as quiet as possible because he didn't want to wake her and have this ripped from him in an instant. As his eyes adjusted, he could see enough of her to see not only her outline but the more time he watched her, he could see her in better detail. She had the blanket tucked between her legs, with one leg hidden below the covers with the other visible above.

He didn't realise that it was bare until his eyes scanned up her figure and he caught a glimpse of the delicate underwear that was loosely stretched across her hip. He caught his breath and he quickly glanced up at the ceiling in embarrassment. He realised he was viewing her intimately in one of her most private moments. He didn't know where to look, so he figured the safest place would be her face.

Even though he was staring intently at just her expression, he could still see in his peripheral vision that her shoulders were bare except for two very thin straps that were either part of a top, or something else. He needed to stop, he couldn't think like that, not about her. He looked at the loose hairs that were framing her features. She still had her hair in the same style that he had seen her with the last time.

Half of it had been pulled up into a loose ponytail and the other was left to flow freely down to her shoulders. He saw the same furrowed brows and the subtle crease between them. She almost looked pained. He was curious about what could be wrong, but before he had a chance to wonder, he heard his true name escape her lips. 'Ben.' It was barely a whisper.

He froze again, did she know that he was there? His gaze hadn't left her, but he soon relaxed again after realising that her eyes had remained closed and her breathing was unchanged. At least he knew she was still asleep. Clearly, she was dreaming, and it was about him. A smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. He wondered if that happened often, and what exactly she was dreaming about? Before he knew it, his mind was reaching out to touch hers. He didn't want to enter it, for fear of waking her up and he really didn't want to incur any of her wrath.

So, his conscience danced around the exterior of hers and was washed over with the emotions she was currently feeling. She was both sad and disappointed with a hint of isolation. She wasn't angry at him like he thought she was. She was hurt that he didn't choose her over the power of the dark side. She wanted him to come to the light and be with her. She felt compassion for him. "Ben, come back." She mumbled.

A single tear fled her eye and trailed down her face. Before he could think about it, he leaned over to her and used his thumb to wipe it away, causing her eyes to fly open. They locked expressions for a second but then he blinked, and she was gone. He was all alone in his bed again, which caused him to grunt in frustration. He didn't want her to leave but she had done it anyway.

He rubbed his fingers together and he could still feel the moisture from her tear between the tips. It confirmed that what had happened was real. She had unknowingly reached out her mind to meet his. The bond was still there, it was only hidden. He settled back onto his pillow pondering the emotions that still lingered from her. He knew at that moment she hadn't given up on him yet, and just maybe there still was some hope left.