summary: His soul was intertwined with hers, this she knows. She never expected it to be torn from her like this. [tros]
rating: PG-13
disclaimer: i don't own star wars
author's notes: *me with my horrid writer's block scrolling through docs and finding this* i wrote this probably a day after the movie first came out, but i just never got around to posting. i actually kind of like how it's written, but i'll probably delete later, depending on how this story does. i hope you all enjoy!
A firm, yet gentle hand presses against her torso, and she feels the energy – the life pulse through her body. Her hand connects with his on its own volition, as if he's a magnet slowly drawing her in.
Her lungs expand, and she sucks in breath tainted by ash and smoke. Rey blinks rapidly, waiting for her eyes to adjust, and she sort of needs to squeeze his hand to make sure he's not a dream, that he's here.
He's always here.
The darkened shroud that normally trails alongside his soul is gone, as well as the taunting screams and wails.
"Ben," she breathes out with a smile, not as a question, for she can no longer feel the presence of Kylo Ren – as if Ben Solo is a body resurfacing from a murky ocean.
Rey surges forward, pressing her lips against his urgently, and the Force sings in contentment. Her hands hold his face, and she pours all her anger, fear, yet love, and relief into the kiss, as if she is exposing her heart and soul to him all in one moment. He came for her.
She pulls back, searching his face for what, she doesn't entirely know, but ends up finding anyway, for he stares at her as if she's the only thing in the universe, and for the first time that she's ever seen it, Ben smiles – a beautiful, almost fragile thing that confirms their connection wasn't just a figment of her imagination, but was something genuine – something real.
His smile fades though, and in a matter of seconds he collapses, and she's on her knees leaning over him. She's gripping his hand tightly, as if merely her strength alone can keep his heartbeat from ceasing. His eyes are glassy as he looks at her, and the seconds feel like hours as their bond – the one she desperately wishes they could've spent more time building – slowly severes.
He's scared, rightfully so, yet at peace with himself – and that's all she's ever wanted for him. She touches his mind, reaches out with gentleness, reassuring him that she'll be fine, even though she doubts it herself. Rey watches as his eyelids drift closed, and her eyes glue themselves to where his body disintegrates – she hovers a trembling hand over where it would be.
"You're home now," she whispers brokenly, hollowly, and her heart tears itself from her ribcage as she feels the familiar presence of Ben's soul slip through her fingers and into the weeping Force.
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fin.