I'm not a month late you're a month late.
"When was the last time someone cared for you?" Rey asks as she slowly moves toward the corner of the room where Ben's hunched over figure rests on the floor. "Showed kindness?"
"I don't remember," he whispers, rubbing the fabric of his sleeve with his fingers.
"Ben…"
"Just leave," Ben croaked. "Please, Rey."
"No." She wouldn't leave him. She couldn't, especially not now. A bitter smile tugged at her lips. "And besides, you don't really want me to leave." Rey crouched down in front of him.
Ben didn't respond, only lowered his head and tightened his grip on his sleeve.
"I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."
He still refused to meet her eyes. "Nothing's wrong."
"Ben," she sighed, "you know you can't lie to me."
"You left," he said after a moment of silence as he curled in on himself. "I woke up alone and with the knowledge that I wasn't enough to make you stay." His voice hitched at the end. "That I'm never enough for anyone."
"Ben, you know that isn't true."
"Then why does everyone always leave?"
"Not everyone. I won't leave you."
A bitter laugh left Ben as he raised his head and locked his gaze with hers. "Yes, you will. You've done it before. You're no different from everyone else."
"I did leave. But you have to understand that you were asking me for something that I couldn't give you." Rey reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair out of his face. "I know you meant well, but I don't want to rule over the galaxy. And I don't think you do either." She smiled softly. "It isn't too late. Just come home."
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