(This is not a fanfiction, let's get that out of the way right away. I am not here to write their characters extremely well, I am a newer Star Wars fan, (and less than so at the moment,) I am also not here to ship anyone, I actually don't like Rey, but I am taking what I am given from the movie. Scenarios is three different scenarios that fixes the end of Rise Of Skywalker, each part will be the same scene, just each a different way it could have gone rather than the awful way it did. It was stupid and lazy writing and a waste of a good character, and I'm here to prove how easy it is to fix it, and that the writers just didn't care to do so. If you have watched Rise Of Skywalker, than you already probably know what I'm talking about. But if you haven't and would like to be greatly disappointed in the movie, as I was. Go ahead. Once you do watch it, I suggest come back here, read this, pick which one you like better, (personally my canon will be number three,) and rebuke the ending of the movie in the name of Jesus. Thank you, enjoy this, and I don't own anything. Also, Star Wars, call me next time you wanna screw up, okay? I came up with all three of these ideas in less an hour...enjoy!)

Part One: The Beauty and The Beast Trope

Pain...agony...

Worse than any pain he had ever felt in his life. He could feel his ribs were broken in a few different places, and by the simple fact, that he could not use his right leg at all, he was going to assume that was broken, too. But he pressed on, climbing up the rocky slope, jagged edges cutting small cuts into his hands. He had been thrown into the abyss, like he was nothing, nothing more than garbage needing deposed of, proving he was nothing more than a device. A foolish pawn in the game of a madman that should have stayed dead long ago. But none of that matters now...

He reached the top, hand reaching and nails digging into the rock, to heave himself over the edge. There lay Rey, still, nothing but dust around her. The smell of rotting flesh was making it hard to breathe or even swallow. And the jolt of fear surged through him, as he pushed himself faster, toward her. Of course, his leg proved it difficult to walk and, stumbling forward, he fell...

Desperate to reach her, he had felt it, her life force vanishing, dying....he pulled himself forward, reaching her at last to see her eyes open, unseeing. Throwing himself forward, he leaned on his arm to balance himself, as so he didn't fall on top of her, and reached out and touched her arm. Cold. His hand slipped up the side of her arm, checking for any sign of life, there was no pulse, of course there wasn't. Agony, but for a different reason now, surged through him, making him feel numb, the pain from the broken bones was gone, replaced with something much worse. Unable to stand on his knee any longer, he took her in his arms. It was ironic, how only now, that she was gone, was he able to do this. It was cruel and perhaps deserving?

Positioning himself into a sit, but he couldn't stay still, the pain from his injuries and the pain in his chest was much too great. He looked down into her face and he found he could not bear it. He blamed himself, himself for losing her. He looked around his surrounding, behind him, beside him, for something...for someone, but there was no one to help him now. He was truly alone.

He looked down at her again, her eyes unseeing, stared back at him, accusing him. And for a second he almost expected her to call him a monster again, or a treacherous snake. But nothing would come from her lips, not even air. His eyes traveled over her face, studied every line, he had seen this face in his mind so many times before, but never like this. Even in their battles, he never had intent to kill her, never, ever, would he ever wish for this...

I'm sorry...I'm so sorry... his thoughts played tricks on him. Telling him it was not fair that he got to live and she did not. Leaning forward, it felt like a joke. Had he thought of this before...? Had he thought of them running off together into whatever Sunset they could find..? Possibly...but those were in his weakest moments. Now, he supposed, was one of those moments. He was at his very weakest. He bent down and pressed two solid lips against hers.

Nothing happened, no retaliation, no slap in the face, just nothing. Well, of course not, she was dead...

He found that hard to take, as a sob tore through his body and made his eyes slam shut from the force of it, that and the pain in his ribs. And then there is was, a boom of thunder so loud it made him freeze, looking up at the holes in the roofing. BOOM, again, flashes of lightening, started flashing, everywhere. Boom. Flash. Boom. Flash.

Lighting so powerful it scorched the rock, just next to where they were. He was no fool, he knew this was no normal storm. He felt tingling beneath his skin, but he did not move from her, he would not move from her ever again. A jet of bright, white, light came from the ceiling, bouncing around the room once, before hitting them.

Well, hitting her more than him, but he could feel it, within him; the raw power of the Force, but he would not move away. Whatever was happening, it would have to happen to him too. He knew it was not for him and would never be for him, but he felt the affect of it, he felt his blood boil and his skin burn, but more than anything, he felt his bones mend. He finally thinks he understands what's happening, and let her go, laying her onto the ground and moved back, but only just. The lightening vanishes with a ZAP and the room falls dark and silent.

Not sure, he gets on his knees, moving forward to go near her again. Her eyes are closed now, and he wonders if that had been what he thought it was? But his questions are answered simply enough, by her suddenly taking in a sharp breath. He gasps a little, shocked and surprised, even though he had realized what was happening, the thought of her gone and the pain of losing her still hung to his chest, more painful than his now mended ribs. Her eyes blinked open and stopped, staring.

She sat up, turning her head towards him, surprise evident in her eyes. She was wordless, as she stood, picked up both lightsabers, that had been pushed aside by him in his grief, and turned her back on him. Perhaps, it was too late for her, perhaps he had done too much, and she would never see him as anything else but Kylo Ren, she walked toward the exit, but as she did so, she paused, looked back, and offered out her hand.

There were no words needed, only a silent agreement. He stood up, now easily, with a mended leg and took large strides to reach her, he took her offered hand. And wordlessly, they walked out of this place together.