You're the judge, oh no

Set me free

You're the judge, oh no

Set me free

I know my soul's freezing

Hell's hot for good reason

So please, take me

-The Judge by Twenty-One Pilots

Kylo's POV

He was well aware he shouldn't be outside his tent at this hour, much less going to sneak into her tent. It was a risk he was willing to take if it meant that he could be with her. In the daytime they were always together, but never alone.

They studied, ate, played, and trained together. Nobody could deny that when they trained it was like a choreographed dance. It was as if they were one and the same. They both had the potential to become the face of the Resistance as the most powerful Jedis in the universe. Why would Master Luke ever separate them if they got caught sneaking around at night?

He had a gift for her that night. A carefully chosen daisy flower. Ahch-To was rocky and salty, not very many flowers could be found unless you knew where to look... Or hunted for it for the past two weeks like he did. Anything for her.

But something was wrong. As he approached her tent he could feel something... Dark. He peered inside her open tent flap and distinctively saw his Uncle Luke hovering over her sleeping form with a raised lightsaber. It all happened fast. The sounds of lightsabers turning on, a shriek, him shouting for her.

"REY!" He shouted. Luke turned around abruptly with a crazed look in his eye, but he knocked him out cold with the handle of his lightsaber. Rey laid on her cot sputtering blood, trying to say his name.

"NO!" He scooped her into his arms, watching helplessly through the tears in his eyes as the life drained out of his precious girl. He screamed burying his face in her neck. "REY!"

"REY!" Kylo sat bolt upright drenched in a cold sweat and gasping for air.

Nightmare. It was just a nightmare. That never happened. She's fine, Rey's fine.

He chanted in his mind as he wiped away the uncontrollable tears from his face. He was an emotional wreck. At least he got some sleep?

Kylo glanced at the time on the nightstand and slowly his lips curled in rage. He snatched the digital clock and threw it at the wall. It had only been fifteen minutes. So stood up and went over to his desk to pour himself one of many drinks.

Rey's POV

Rey overlooked the city of Canto Bight on the balcony of her hotel room. It was so lit by city lights you couldn't see the stars, but she was high enough to catch some fresh air and enjoy the view beyond where the ocean was.

So much time to herself was starting to create self-doubt in her mind which she shoved into a locked room by allowing herself a drink. It tasted horrible and burned your throat, but Poe had said it could sometimes make you feel better.

"More like turn you into an alcoholic." Rey muttered with a cringe as she went back inside to throw it away.

She suddenly felt dizzy and it took her a moment to regain her balance. Then there he stood with her back to her. This time the only clothes he had were trousers. Rey was beyond caring by now, but a blush still creeped up her cheeks.

"Long time, no see. Ten days. Thought it was over." Rey sighed, setting down her drink and when she glanced up she cursed. "Holy shit... What the hell happened to you?"

He had turned around. His shoulders were slumped which was so unlike him as he always stood with grace and confidence of a prince. His midnight hair was a mess and not in the good way. The circles under his red rimmed eyes were darker than a new moon and if she sniffed at him she could distinctly smell the alcohol.

"Are you drunk, Ben?" Rey sputtered in disbelief.

His eyes slowly appraised her, "The Force hates me. Curse you, Rey, damn you. Guess I kind of deserve it." He slurred.

Rey gaped before passing a hand down her face and placing a hand on her hip, "You should go sleep it off before you say anything you'll regret. Like Maker forbid an apology or something."

"I CAN'T!" He suddenly blurted out and he seemed to grab something over where he was and threw it against the wall or something.

Rey winced even though she didn't hear the crash.

"I can't sleep. It's all your fault. Mostly." He accused vehemently.

"And why is that?"

"I dream... No, nightmares. Forget it."

Rey couldn't must up the energy to be mad at him. She just felt bad.

"C'mon then," She sighed, reaching for his hand. "Allow me to fix it then."

He stared at her hand skeptically as if it was a weapon covered in poison.

"How would you do that? Sing me to sleep?" He snorted.

"On second thought, fuck you." Rey turned on her heels to leave the room. "Get a stormtrooper to knock you out for a few days."

"No, no, no!" He gripped her elbow, sending a charge throughout her body. He instantly let go, but she turned around to hear him.

"Don't go." He pleaded just as he stumbled on his feet.

"When was the last time you slept? You're still human you realize that?"

"It's been a long while." He muttered sheepishly.

"Show me where you are." Rey took his hand and in the blink of an eye she could see his chambers.

She led him to his bed, pushing him down by pushing his bare chest-she ignored the way how good his skin felt under her palm-, and began to tuck him in like a child.

"Close your eyes now before I do it for you." Rey ordered.

"Are you always this aggressive or is it just with me?" He mumbled curiously.

She narrowed her eyes, "You really want me to answer that? I can be blunt, too."

"No."

"Good choice... Now close your eyes and start counting porgs."

He furrowed his brows and after a long silence, "What's a porg?"

Rey rubbed her temples, "Oh, for the love of... Start counting stormtroopers then." She says and sat down on the bed next to him.

"Don't leave." He says, locking my hand with his.

"I won't, you drunken baby. Relax." She says as she reluctantly laid down next to him. "Now shut up before I change my mind."

"You're mean. Are you sure you're not related-"

"Ben." Rey warned through gritted teeth. He didn't continue speaking. Instead she turned her head sideways to watch him. His lips moved silently as he began to count. He didn't count for very long for she began to hear his breathing deepen.

His whole demeanor shifted when he was asleep, his expression one of peace. A certain long piece of his dark fringe was covering his eye and nose. It was probably the hardest battle Rey had ever fought... She lost horribly.

"Damn you, Ben Solo. I hate you for doing this to me," Rey muttered angrily, but her fingers were gentle as she defeatedly tucked the fringe behind his ear.

A/N: I mainly write in first person so I get confused with this story. That's why in the first chapter I kind of got mixed up. I didn't proofread, but now it's fixed. So I apologize if along this story you ever see that mistake again. Hehe. Thank you for reading!