Hey y'all! Hope you're liking the story so far. It's more in their heads than what the movie shows. Soon I'll be getting more and more into the romance (hopefully) between the two.

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-Rey's part

Kylo is gone. It's just me and this furious looking man. His eyes ablaze, his long and grey hair sticking out like a Wookiee who hasn't been grooming himself, and he stared at me like he might rip my head off. All I know is, I wasn't scared of Luke in that moment. If anything, I was angry with him.

When I touched Kylo's hand I saw what had actually happened between the two. Luke had assumed that Ben was going to let the dark consume him. He felt the pull of the force surrounding Ben, attaching to his veins and sucking him deeper into the dark.

The thing is, I felt that in Kylo too. But, I also felt the tension between the light and dark in him. The light was still fighting, barely hanging on, scraping its fingernails on the coffin lid as Kylo threw the first handful of dirt onto it.

It's not buried, yet. I thought.

"You need to leave. Now," Luke huffed at me. "You can't expect me to allow these things to happen under my roof."

"These "things"?" I questioned. "What do you think was going on."

"I don't know," Luke turned back to face me as he walked down the path from my hut, "and I really don't care. I just can't go through this again. Leave."

"Luke. I can turn him. I know I can! I felt the pull-"

"We all feel that! We all think we can save people, but the truth is, we can't!" The rain was coming down now. It soaked into his robe and rinsed his hair, making him look like a sick puppy. "Do you know how many times I tried to get people to turn? Get him to turn? You can't expect someone to turn if you shove it down their throat. If I were Kylo, could I turn you to the dark side?" Luke questioned me.

"I.. No. of course not. I've chosen my side. What Ben does, is wrong. We are the spark that will light the fire to burn a new hope, not them. We must snuff them out so we can burn brighter."

"Don't you see, Rey? He's chosen his side too." Luke took a step toward me.

The rain stung my skin as it fell. The drops were heavy and thick and I felt like the weight of them might crush me. I wiped off my face and covered my eyes. "No. No. I will get him to see straight again. He's our last hope."

"Your loss kid. Don't come crying back to me when everything blows up in your face." Luke called as he walked away. "You can't play hide and seek with the light when it's convenient for you. If you do, you'll find yourself in a dark hole, unable to get out."

I stood in the rain watching Luke leave to his hut.

Damn him. I can do this myself. I know I can.

I ran my fingers through my (once again) soaked hair and turned to face my exploded hut. There was no sleeping there tonight, but I also didn't want to sleep in the Falcon, which smelled like wet Chewie and dirty Porgs. I resolved that a roof is better than no roof, especially when it's raining.

As I made my way down the slopes of the island back to the ship, I thought about my encounter with Kylo. Ben? Kylo. Shit. I don't even know what to call him anymore.

I climbed over a rock.

I don't know why I reached my hand out to him. Over another rock. Was it because I was trying to comfort him? Was I wanting to be comforted. Did I want closeness? Or did I just want to... touch him. Over a fallen branch.

Every time I am near Kylo I feel a tug. Low and deep in my belly, like a beast is trying to claw its way through to reach the monster I know him to be. Or do I? Is he really the monster I make him out to be?

We all think we are doing the right thing. He doesn't think he's evil. He thinks he's right. I think I'm right. Who's right?

I reached the Falcon and opened the door. A memory came to mind. Kylo, his dark eyes covered slightly with his hair, looking deep into my eyes. There's something about those eyes at are just-

I shut my eyes tight to lose the memory as I close the door.

Stop thinking about him. You need to focus at the task at hand...

I need to figure out how to organize my brain. No. I need to see him again.

I shuffle to the hodunk bed and plop down on it, wrapping myself in warm and soft blankets.

Silence.

"Kylo," I whisper into the dark.

I wait for a while, straining my ears for a reply.

Silence.

I give up, it was a long shot anyway.

My lids are heavy with sleep. I nestle down into the old bed and put my hair into a low bun. I pull the covers up to my chin and let myself go into the abyss of sleep. Right as I was letting the night take over I thought I heard-

"Rey."

And that's the last I remember before waking up in the morning.