Author's note: I don't own Star Wars. This oneshot is set after TLJ(no major spoilers tho)

"You need to leave."

Her voice was deadly and it surprised him. He hadn't said anything yet, but he knew she had sensed him as soon as he appeared through their bond.

"I can't," he said simply, wishing he could.

"Please." Her voice came out broken.

In that moment, he knew something was wrong and he hated the urge he had to make it right for her. He couldn't see much of her surroundings, just that she sat on a bunk bed, her back turned to him. He saw her head move slightly, perhaps trying to find out if he was still here, but he knew she could still sense him. Somehow, the force made them aware of each other in ways humans couldn't really be; in ways they shouldn't be.

"I can't," he said again, but he wasn't trying to convince her, he was just voicing his frustration.

"I just...I just want to be alone," she said somewhat pathetically.

"That's not true, Rey. What you want is to be seen." His words had come out harsh, harsher than he intended, and he could hear her sniffle a cry. "You just don't want to be seen by me," he added in a whisper.

She turned around to face him then, and her eyes were blood-shot, her lips red and quivering.

"I'm afraid to be seen by you," she confessed, glancing at him for only a moment, before she turned her attention back to a loose thread in the blanket.

Kylo hated the force in that moment. He hated it for connecting them, hated it for not being able to walk away from her, hated it forfeeling this moment ten times more intensly then he would have if there was no force.

He clenched his jaw before he replied, his voice void of any emotion. "I saw something in you once, Rey." He paused to look her straight in the eyes to make sure she understood that he meant every single word he was saying; but she wasn't looking at him.

"I don't see anything anymore."

He saw her making herself small and hide behind the blanket she was now pulling towards her. He saw the one tear that escaped her eye and watched as she wiped it away, almost violently.

"Leave, Ben." Her voice didn't sound broken anymore.

And he did; he left wondering why she'd called him by that name after what he'd just said. He left wondering if there was still anything left of Ben.

But he didn't have to wonder for long; he knew there wasn't.

Author's note: so this turned out sadder than expected but it felt true to the characters and what I was feeling in the moment. Let me know what you think