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-Emily

Chapter 4

Sorrow and sadness; that is all Rey had felt for the past three days. Poe and Finn made a makeshift casket out of a small wooden boat that they had found on the edge of the island. The remaining members of the Resistance were shocked and heartbroken upon hearing of their leader's death. Many questions were asked as to what caused Leia's unexpected death but the only plausible answer that made sense was that Leia was tired of the losses, she lost her son to the dark side, and he then killed his father, her Han that she had loved for so long. The Resistance was crumbling, and to top it all off her brother was now dead too.

Rey had found an old black dress on the Falcon that went down to her knees. Feeling exposed, she put on some black pants to cover her legs. Taking her hair out of her usual buns, she decided to put her hair in a simple braid. She sighed as she looked at her appearance in the fresher mirror one last time, unbelievably heartbroken that she had to say goodbye to Leia.

Ben was getting out of the shower when he felt her crying. Quickly changing into black pants and a thin white shirt, Ben paced back and forth in his room as he tried to get through to her to see what was wrong.

About to give up and close off his mind, he felt cool air on the back of his neck. Turing, he saw Rey with her back to him. She was dressed in all black and her hair was in a braid, he walked to her to stand next to her. Looking at her face, he saw tears silently rolling down her cheeks.

"Rey what's wrong?" Ben only saw Rey, her surroundings still hidden from him. Rey looked up at him, her face red and puffy

"Ben I'm so sorry. There was nothing we could do, it was too late." She explained through her tears

"What are you talking about? Rey what happened," Ben looked past her, finally seeing her surroundings. She was outside; the traitor that was with her in the forest was standing next to her "What the hell is he doing here?" Ben asked, anger starting to boil up. Rey looked to her right, seeing Finn

"You can see him?" Rey was scared, not daring to look at Leia in her casket, hoping she could prolong this as long as possible.

"Yes," Ben looked around at her surroundings, seeing the island from her dreams, "This s the island Skywalker was on." He didn't have to ask, he already knew.

"Ben there's something you need to know." Rey couldn't hide this from him, it was too important.

"Rey, why are you crying? Tell me." Ben pressed as he saw firelight bouncing off Rey's face.

"Ben, it's your mother." Rey cried as she looked at his face, expecting him to leave at any second

Ben finally looked forward to see what Rey was crying about. It was his mother, she was in a casket. She looked as if she was sleeping, but Ben had seen enough dead bodies to know when someone was gone. Her hair was in two buns, one on each side of her face and she was dressed in white robes, she looked at peace. Ben watched as Poe and Finn grabbed two torches and lit her casket on fire, the boat going up in a roaring blaze.

"What happened?" Ben's voice cracked as he looked down at Rey, holding back his own tears.

"We're not really sure. She went in her sleep, so she didn't feel any pain. I found her." Rey explained quietly, surprised he was still here, surprised that he wasn't throwing a fit.

Rey could feel his pain and turmoil, it was indescribable. The conflict in him was stronger than ever, he was filled with regret, she could feel it.

Ben looked at the flames, thinking back on his childhood. Flashes of memories came to the surface. Han teaching him to fly the Flacon, Chewie giving him piggy back rides around the ship as Han worked on it. Leia telling him stories of the Rebellion as bedtime stories, and Luke handing him his green light saber, letting him use it for the first time. None of that mattered now, everyone single person he ever cared about was dead, except her.

Without hesitation, Rey reached for Ben's hand. Their fingers intertwining, like that's how they were meant to always be. Ben looked down at their hands, her small hand fitting in his so perfectly; a sad smile crept on his face.

"You're not alone." Rey breathed as she watched him

"Neither are you." Ben replied, looking up at her face as he squeezed her hand in reassurance.

Tears rolled down Rey's face, but they were no longer because of Leia's death.

"Come to me Rey. I need you," Ben pleaded as he looked into her eyes, into her soul, "I don't want you coming here, let's meet somewhere so it can be just us. I know of a perfect planet that you would love. Rey… Please." Ben got down on one knee, holding her hands in his. Looking up at her begging her to leave and come to him.

Rey sighed, her brain screamed at her, telling her no and that it was wrong; reminding her that he was the enemy and that he would never change his dark ways. But her heart was screaming louder, telling her to go be with him, away from it all. Away from the First Order and the Resistance where they could just be Ben and Rey, two people that were desperately lonely and two people that only understood each other. She was thinking, no hoping and praying that maybe, just maybe Leia's death had been the wakeup call he had needed to finally come back to the light, back to her.

Rey looked towards the flames once more, somehow thinking Leia could help her one last time. Looking back down at Ben she sighed

"Where do I go?"