AN: Hey guys! TLJ got me back into fanfics so I made a new account and decided to start writing. I'm really rusty but here goes. This is a one-shot right now but I might expand it into a few more drabbles. There's not much of a plot, just angst based off a tumblr post, if I'm being perfectly honest.

Rey's heart sank as she ushered the last of the resistance into the Millenium Falcon. By her rough estimate there were fewer than thirty of them left – it was hopeless. She tried not to let her disappointment show; she should be thankful there was a Resistance left after the First Order's onslaught took out ship after ship. Still, it was hard to hide her true feelings as she turned to usher the final few in, but instead saw only one man.

Kylo Ren.

Her breath faltered as their eyes locked. He gazed up at her, forlornly. Etched upon his face was the purest expression of hopelessness – of sorrow, regret, and longing – she had ever laid eyes upon. His eyes were damp, and it appeared as though the weight of the whole galaxy was pressing down upon him. Everything, from his handsome features to his posture, was saturated in defeat, despite the victory of his – which she suppose it truly was now, with Snoke disposed of – Order. Time seemed to slow around them, and all their attention was on their counterpart.

"Don't look at me like that." Rey whispered through their bond. Her lips didn't move, but he heard it all the same.

"Like what?" He returned softly. No noise departed from his slightly parted lips. Unblinkingly he stared at her, absorbing every inch of her face, committing it to memory should this encounter be their last.

"Like I'm your everything." She replied bitterly. She desperately wanted to hate him. To despise his entire existence. There was nothing Rey wanted more than to inarguably and categorically loathe Kylo Ren. And yet she couldn't. Within her, a murky collection of emotions swam, and it was with fear she regarded them, a fear she had not felt since that day in Takodana. Above all else, Rey feared knowing the unknown, and so, she refused to explore that which lay inside her mind, lest stirring up the waters of her emotions would leave them to settle all the clearer. It was not monsters Rey feared most, but the truth.

So of course she hated the honesty of Kylo's next words.

"You are my everything." He responded. Gentle, yet adamant.

You're nothing. But not to me.

Those were his words to her on the Finaliser, the words that split her soul in two. She knew – had always known, really – how alone she truly was. How separate she was from the story unfolding before her. Her yearning for belonging drew her to Han and Leia, like the parents she never truly had. It's what endeared her to the Resistance. Finally, after years of searching, she had a family. But on that ship she felt another pull towards the one person in the galaxy who understood what she felt. The one person who felt it too. A tug of desperate longing from deep within, a longing she now desperately wanted to forget.

"Prove it." She challenged. "'Let the past die.' That's what you said isn't it? Let go of the dark side, let go of your newfound power. You say I'm your everything, so prove it."

Part of her wanted nothing more than for him to join her then and there. Abandon the First Order, the dark side, all of it. She wanted him by her side, more than she could express.

"Let Kylo Ren die. Please." She pleaded with him. "Please, Ben." For the briefest of moments she thought he would. A future, bright and full of hope, alongside Ben Solo flashed in her mind.

"I can't."

As quickly as it came, Rey's flitting image of the future was cruelly extinguished. She swallowed the sadness she hadn't even noticed until that moment. Replacing it was a potent, wretched pain, which pulsed through their bond in waves, flooding into Rey with such intensity she struggled to breath.

"Goodbye, Kylo." She whispered shortly, and tapped the button to close the door. It began to close with a burst of hissing steam, obscuring them from one another, hiding the pain in both their faces.

The ship door shut, severing their connection.

They were alone.