He would set everything in his path ablaze, he vowed to himself. But he would never let it touch her.
He stood there, everything around him burning. Ash rained down on him, and the smoke choked him. He was furious with both himself and her. He was offering her everything the galaxy had to offer. She needed to be at his side, where they were both at their strongest. The battle they had just waged together proved how well they worked together.
It was as easy as breathing, they could feel and read each other's movements. He practically begged her to take his hand, and she wouldn't. The pain in her eyes when she denied him still broke something inside him. Was it because she thought him a terrible monster? She called him that once, and maybe she still thought he was. Even though the last few force meetings he had tried to prove he was not the terrible creature she thought.
He tried to hate her, to blame her for not taking his hand. Kylo knew though, that had she taken his hand she would always have something or someone lurking after her. She would have to watch her every move, because of who he was. Stars...how he wanted the scavenger.
Rey sat in her little space that she had claimed as her own. It was threadbare and not much by any means, but it was HERS. As she lay on her cot, she let her mind wander. She kept drifting back to the throne room, after the fight with snokes guards, and Kylo Ren's breathless "please…".
She would have, stars would she have taken his hand. She had fallen in love with the feared Kylo Ren. She was scared to admit this to anyone, she did not think her companions or fellow resistance members would take very kindly to that knowledge.
There were moments in their force bonds where he wasn't the great Kylo Ren, but he was her Ben. The soft side he showed only her, where it was just him and her, Rey and Ben. Not Kylo Ren, Leader of the Knights of Ren, or apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke, or Rey of the Resistance, Last Jedi. They weren't the faces of two opposing sides of an ongoing war. There were quietly shared secrets and whispers of fears, but it was their safe haven, the bond between them something that was theirs, and theirs alone.
There were times when after snapping back to reality after a meeting with Ben, General Organa would peek in to check with the Jedi. Rey was suspicious of the general and had a feeling she could sense when they were connected. She would always smile softly at the young girl before her, with a knowing look.
Kylo sat on his bed, surrounded by the chaos was his private quarters. It looked like a storm had ravaged it, and he supposed it had. His emotions had gotten the better of him in a moment of weakness and he had destroyed everything within reach. Nothing aside from his bed had escaped his fury. As he sat there, breathing hard, he felt it. The vacuum that was the sure sign of a meeting with her. His labored breathing hitched and he felt his heart rate pick up.
He looked up and there she was looking at him as though struggling with what she should say or do. He could only stare at her. He watched as she opened and closed her mouth several times, and finally just plopped down amid the chaos on the floor near his legs. She leaned back against the bed and stayed quiet for several minutes. When she turned her head to face him, he saw the way her eyes wavered, full of tears that refused to fall.
"I feel so torn" she whispered. That was not what he expected to hear from her. He whispered back "why, what has happened?" he questioned. He felt her temper flair, but he could feel the melancholy just beneath the anger. "You are what tears me apart! You had to ask me to join didn't you! You don't know what you are doing to me.." she finally broke into sobs.
Kylo felt raw upon her confession, so she felt just as strongly as he did, it was tearing her apart just like it was him. He doubted she had destroyed anything that was in her path though. "Then take my hand Rey.." he finally said.