AN: Ok friends. It's been awhile since I've written anything. BUT I have this idea for Reylo and some possible ideas for what could happen in Episode IX. Let me know in the comments what you think of the first chapter and any theories you have for Episode IX. Enjoy!

She still couldn't get over how beautiful the galaxy was. The stars twinkled in the light sky and she could see the planets two moons off in the distance. She was amazed by how much was out in the universe that she didn't know about.

It was truly breathtaking.

Despite how beautiful it was she still struggled with finding it truly peaceful. It reminded her of who she was. Small, lonely, cold.

Not cold. More like freezing, she thought as a shiver ripped through her body.

Sniffling, she lifted an icy hand to her face to rid of the hot tears that streaked her pale cheeks

It had been almost a month since Crait; a very uneventful month. The Resistance had located a second abandoned base and decided to take shelter there until further travel was possible. At first they were in a rush, seeing as the First Order could strike at any Moment. However, the First Order never attacked and the Resistance started to relax. Instead their focus shifted to the wounded and scavenging what they could. Food was quickly found and people were given quarters to rest.

Meetings were also help two to three times a week to discuss the Resistant's next course of action. Rey tried to avoid these meetings though. The bond between her and Kylo Ren would sometimes kick in during the meetings and she didn't want to expose any of their plans to him.

Besides that she didn't do much around the base. If it was possible she would spend her time exploring the planet. This gave her time to think and breathe. Everyone was constantly asking of she was fine and to be honest it got very repetitive and annoying. She just wanted to be alone.

However she was never alone. She could still feel him. He was a empty cavity in her chest that she couldn't fill. She wanted to be alone for once in get life. Wanted to stop feeling his pain and anger. His bitterness towards her. She didn't want him to know her pain either. Her sorrow and loneliness. How his words clung like ice to her bones.

You are nothing…

And right in this moment, she believed him.

But not to me…

That part she wanted to believe. Wanted to know someone truly cared for her. She wanted to see food in him. But she couldn't. She wanted Ben but only saw Kylo.

A sob escaped her body as the bond between her and Kylo connected them. This drove her absolutely mad. Neither of them wanted this. This stupid bond. But the Force insisted and it only kept getting stronger.

Rey…

Kylo poked at her brain, trying to talk to her through their thoughts. She was to weak to turn him away. She couldn't fight him or the bond.

Rey. Please. You are something to me. I don't know what though. Please Rey. Join me… I need you..

Rey turned away from her window, screeching at him to leave her alone. She knew that now matter how hard she tried he wouldn't just disappear. Her emotional and mental state was too weak. He could feel everything she was feeling while he blocked her out from his emotions.

"GO AWAY! GO AWAY! GO AWAAAAAAAY!" She charged at him full speed until her fists collided with her quarters door. Exhausted she continued to sob and leaned her forehead against the cooks metal door.

"Oh, I'm Sorry." Came a soft male voice through her door. "Should I leave? I can tell the general you're unable to make it to the meeting. Although she would really like it if you were there."

Wiping the tears from her face once more, Rey opened her door and came face to face with the head pilot of the Resistance.

"No. Let's go now. I'm sorry. I was just having a flashback. I'm ok." She smiled weekly at him and grabbed one of his hands.

Using his other hand he cradled her face and smiled back.

"Well then. I think some drinks will suit us just nicely after this meeting. I know I can definitely use one."

X*X*X

Kylo Ren stood in the doorway of his own quarters sticky and chest heaving. She had her back to him and she was shaking. Obviously crying and hurting. He only knew because tears started to fill his eyes as well and his chest ached.

He tried talking to her again. He always did. Tried getting her to break and say something. Every time though she would ignore him or shut him out if she could. The whole last month had been like this and it was killing him.

Third time though she did respond. Not the way he wanted but she set least looked at and yelled at him. It was something right?

Their connection broke and he let out a groan. Why couldn't he just suck it up and tell her what he wanted. He was disgusted with himself for being so weak.

But it didn't bother him as much as the stupid pilot now holding her hand. It pissed him off in fact. He could feel it. The warm sweatyness of the pilots hand; could Even smell the alcohol on his breath as he stood close to Rey.

Fucking Bastard.

He hated the pilot. Why? Minus the fact he was one of the now higher ups in the Resistance, he had no idea.

Scowling, Kylo shook the feeling of the pilot from his hand and tried to focus on closing out the connection. Once the connection finally dissolved he want back to his vigorous workout.

His arms burned and his legs were a bit wobbly but he refused to stop. He zoned in of the black punching back in front of him; ignoring his bloody and bruised knuckles. Everything was building up inside of him and he needed to get it out. All his anger, frustration, confusion, uncertainty, and rejection.

How could she just walk away? Did I not offer her enough? She is destined to join Me at my side. It's in her veins. It's fate. We could rule together. Is that not something she would want. She came from nothing and I'm offering her everything. Her parents abandoned her and I'm offering her a place at my side. Together. But. She. Won't. Fucking. Take. It.

Pain shot through his wrist and forearm and he let out a low growl. Focusing back to what he was doing, Kylo looked at the new dent in his quarter walls where his fist had collided. Growling again he punched the bag one last time and grabbed his towel from his bed. Drying off his bare chest and neck he proceeded to the bathroom.

Looking into his mirror he saw his reflection looking back at him through the shattered glass. Lifting a hand to his right eye he could feel the soft scarred tissue. It wasn't too terrible looking anymore. It had fully closed up now but was still a slight raw pink color.

Grunting, her turned away from the mirror and and started the water in his shower. As steam filled the bathroom he ignored his pants and climbed in. He needed to feel the heat if the shower.

The water burned like free against his skin and made his hands sting. The pulse of the water felt good against his tender and swollen muscles. Tilting his head back he let the water wash over his face as he ran his hands through his knotted black curls.

The water started to grow cold and icy around him. He tried reaching for the knob but couldn't find it. It wasn't until his lungs started to fill with water that he realized he was not longer in his shower. Everything around him grew dark and he couldn't find solid ground beneath him.

His lungs were starting to burn now. Like real actual fire; not the comforting warmth of his shower. The pressure in his head was growing unbearable. His ears needed to pop but felt as if they were ready to explode in his skull.

Opening his eyes he looked around until he could see daylight, then started swimming up towards it. Once he broke the surface of the water he rolled to his back and started to float. He could see spots and his muscles were seizing and shaking. Then it dawned on him what was really happening.

Treading water he looked around for Rey frantically. When he couldn't see her anywhere below he took a minute to meditate on their connection. It was weak but he could hear her.

Help…

Sucking in as much air as he could, he started to swim down. The connection got stronger and he could hear her better. There, almost at the bottom of the lake was Rey, gently floating. Blowing out the last of his air he pushed himself down with one last push of his arms. When he could reach her he tucked his feet in the crook of her armpits and pulled her up so he could wrap his legs around her torso and then into his arms. He kicked as hard as he could towards the surface of the water again.

Breaking water for a second time now he lifted and cradled her head above the water and quickly started swimming towards the shore. He picked her up there before they hit gravel and moved her onto the grass.

Their connection was still there but it was growing weaker. Her surroundings started to disappear from around him but he could still see her. He checked for a pulse and found a faint heartbeat. Her chest though wasn't rising and falling to show she was breathing.

Wiping the water from his face he tilted her head back gently announced her nose closed. Sucking in a deep breathe he leaned down and was just centimeters from her mouth when she vanished.

The hot water of his shower sent his body screaming in agony and pain and he kneeled on the floor.

He sat still for a moment and tried to find a connection. He couldn't hear anything besides the shower water hitting his back and the tub. There was nothing. No feelings or thoughts. He couldn't feel her heartbeat or thoughts. He couldn't feel Rey at all.

For the first time in over a month he was alone.

Letting out a long scream his already beaten hands collided with the shower wall. Water drown the hair that clung to his face as he continued to punch the wall.

Lower lip quivering Kylo Ren buried his face in his shaking hands.