She does not love you, and you certainly do not love her.
Despite what Finn (the storm trooper that strayed) thinks, she did not save you because she suffered from a romantic delusion.
She pulled your body from the wreckage, forced a Resistance medic to tend to your wounds, and is currently sleeping in the chair across from your hospital bed because she promised Luke and your mother that she would.
She twitches her nose when she sleeps.
Well mannered, as Light as they come, and brilliant with a wrench.
She's the daughter your mother always wanted. The student Luke always craved.
The Jedi the galaxy needs.
You scoff.
She stirs, but does not wake. A strand of of hair falls across her face. It rises and falls with her breath.
She is the first person to be relaxed around you in years. Even as a teenager, your father would tense when you entered the room. You made your mother uneasy, too. She just disguised it better.
And then, when you became Kylo, nobody relaxed around you. Nobody dared so much as to even slouch when you were in the other room.
The respect glossed with fear- there's nothing like it.
Rey snores.
You sigh.
She does not love you. And you certainly do not love her.
And yet-
Rey rubs the sleeps from her eyes and peers at you from the chair.
"Hello, Ben." She clears her throat. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. Are you alright? Did you have any attacks?"
She's sitting up now leaning towards you, worry radiating from every pore in her body.
And yet.