It's okay to cry

by ArdentxDreamer

In my mind since before Force Awakens, thanks to the now Non-canon EU, Rey and Ben/Kylo are siblings. I know this might not be the case as we have no idea what they are, I refuse to believe they're a couple until I am proven wrong. Anyways, this just a part of a story, I may embellish on it...so for now, it's a work in progress.

She thought he had saved her – yet here she was, kneeling with him behind her, his back turned to her. Her chest rising and falling as her fingernails dug into her palms, her eyes closing for a brief moment before rising to her feet again. The world darkened to a deep blackish-purple, lined with millions of glittering stars, a sight she would have loved to admire just as she did back on Jakku. Tonight wasn't one of those evenings.

Jaw clenched, teeth gritted and a grip on the hilt of her brand new saber, one she had crafted from her trusted staff. The force pulsing through her veins before a brilliant blue emitted from her newly crafted weapon – ready to face him again. She could feel him, the humor hidden in his mind from their encounter. "Fight!" She called out, twirling her saber freely in her hand as she turned to face him, her chestnut locks whipping around, hitting the side of her face as she stared him down. He laughed in his mind again, which only made her more angry. The male turned to face her again, the scar running down his face illuminated not by his saber, but the soft glow of the moon – a light that she had failed to notice moments ago.
A tilt of her head, her hand lowering and the familiar whirring hiss of a saber being sheathed.
He hadn't harmed her. He told her the truth, what she needed to understand, without even the smallest of words. She felt it deep within her aching soul, grief and loss. The General, no longer a light in the living galaxy, a mere presence of the force lingering where she had once been and Rey hadn't been there…a selfish journey to explore lost jedi temples. Selfish girl.
Eyes rose to meet his.
For the first time, she noticed the spark of hatred leave his eyes, replaced only with a lost little boy, crying for his mother. He didn't care if he was weak in front of her. They felt the same pain, the same sadness over the loss of a woman who had been loved by many, who had been a hope all in her own. Slowly, she made her way to stand beside him, fingertips brushing his shoulder to comfort, only to have him shrug away. The man had become a boy in a shell – now screaming at the top of his lungs as the ground shook beneath the both of them. Rey could only stand beside, letting him rip the band-aid off the fresh wound.