As usual huge thanks and hugs to everyone who reviewed, followed, and favorited this story! It's kind of turned into this thing which I hadn't expected at all starting out, but its such a nice surprise! :) in case anyone is curious about getting a picture in their head for Kylo and Rey's connection, think of it just like Sense8 if you've seen it. That's what I'm picturing when I write! Thanks again, and enjoy!

Weeks later…

Rey lay awake on her makeshift bed inside the Falcon. It was dark, but she could see the cycling light coming from R2D2 docked close beside her, charging up for the night. Chewie slept not far away, snoring lightly. This bed was more comfortable than what she had on Jakku; but it wasn't the feel of the bed that kept her up at night. Rey had a gnawing feeling in her gut, which only grew with every passing day of Kylo's silence. Ever since his intervention during her training session with Luke, he had grown more distant. She could still feel him there in her head, feel his emotions spill over into their link every now and then, but he had mainly kept to himself. He had only contacted her directly a handful of times in the past few weeks, and these interactions were very brief, only commenting on her training.

"Why was he staying away?" The very fact Rey was questioning his whereabouts made her angry with herself. Why should she care where he was? It was a good thing he hadn't tried to bother her, to try to get information from her. Rey was struck with fear at the thought that maybe he had found out what he needed. Maybe he was on the way right at that moment, coming to kill them. Perhaps he was staying quiet so she wouldn't find out. Trying to shake these thoughts from her head, Rey got up, quietly sneaking past Chewie and R2.

It was a beautiful night. The moon was full, illuminating the cliffs and crashing waves beneath. As Rey climbed up to one of her favorite spots on the island, the wind caused a chill to run through her body. After all those years in the sweltering heat, she decided she'd much rather deal with the cold. She had almost reached the top of the cliff, seeing the large stone, which she often used to sit and meditate. Rey looked down when she thought of Kylo suddenly, of his pleading eyes as he had asked her to join him. He had seemed so desperate. Why? Rey stopped dead in her tracts, when looking back up at her destination; she saw a tall, lean figure facing away from her. She didn't have to wonder who it was.

Kylo Ren stood at the cliff's edge, looking out to the sea. He wore only black pants; his back, toned and peppered with scars from years of training. The moonlight made him look as if he were made of stone. Rey exhaled shakily, never having seen him like this. She assumed he must have been in bed. He never turned to her, and never spoke a word. Hesitantly Rey went over to the stone and took a seat. At first she tried to only look at the crashing waves beneath them, until their silence became too much to bare. She looked over at him, keeping her eyes low. His chest and stomach were lean and muscular. She spotted the large scar on his side; the one Chewie had given him. She noticed a few others as well. Some looked years old, and looked relatively new. Rey realized she was becoming flushed, and diverted her eyes quickly to his face.

"What's wrong?" She had blurted it out before even giving her mind time to think it over. It was his eyes. They had burned with such intensity, so much sadness, and…loneliness. His head turned slightly in her direction, but he never met her gaze.

"Luke must have given you that lesson on compassion. Being a good little Jedi, and concerned for my wellbeing?" He replied, a small smirk playing on his lips. His words didn't have the bite that he intended. It was as if he was too tired to really fight back.

"Forget it." Right snapped, her brow furrowing in frustration. "We haven't spoken in over a week, why are you here now?" He turned to her finally. She could see the scar on his face from their duel. Somehow she thought that it suited him. The way Kylo looked at her, made it hard for Rey to keep eye contact. His eyes held the same pleading look as before. "Help me" they seemed to scream from their blackness.

"I like the view." Kylo said simply. "Space is so cold, so dark, and dead. I just wanted to see something…else." Suddenly Rey got the feeling that if he physically could, Kylo would fling himself over the edge and down to the angry waves below. Despite herself, Rey felt concerned. She had seen him unstable before, but this was something else. It wasn't quite unstable; it was like someone making a decision they knew they couldn't go back from; one they didn't want to make.

"Something changed." It wasn't question.

"No, nothing's changed." Kylo said, looking away from her again. "I'm so close. My destiny, my grandfather's legacy, will finally be fulfilled." What? Was she right, did he know where they were? "No, I don't." He had read her thoughts. Rey let out the breath she had been holding.

"Well then I don't understand! What in the hell do you mean by your destiny being fulfilled?!" Kylo refused to answer. Rey leapt up from the stone, and came over to stand in front of him. She realized then how much larger he was than her. "Answer me dammit!" Anger boiled in her veins, and without thinking she went to hit him in the chest.

To both of their surprise, Kylo caught her arms, holding them against his bare chest. Rey stood there in stunned silence, her mouth open slightly, staring at his hands, which held her arms tightly. She wasn't sure what she had expected, but being able to physically feel him wasn't one of them. Her heart began to pound as she became acutely aware of how close they were. Besides her friend Finn, she had never been this close to a man. Even with Finn, it was a friendly sort of affection, what was happening now was different. Rey went to pull away, but he wouldn't let go of her arms.

"Let go." She demanded. They locked eyes, and the air between them changed, became thick. Instead of releasing her arms, he pulled her closer. Rey was amazed to be able to feel the heat radiating from his body. In the back of her mind, she worried that this was the real Kylo standing in front of her, not just a vision. His left hand traveled up her right arm until he reached her wrist. Slowly he moved it down his chest, until her hand settled over his heart. She could feel it pounding beneath her splayed fingers. He was breathing heavy.

"If only…" He sighed closing his eyes, "I was someone else."

"Kylo…" His name came out a shaky whisper. He opened his eyes, looking at her one last time, then disappeared. Rey was left standing at the top of the cliff stunned and alone, her arms still up where he had then. Her mind raced to catch up with what had just transpired between them.

There was noise suddenly, and Rey's head snapped over to see Luke standing in the shadows. How long had he been there? What had he seen? She began to panic.

"Rey." Luke said sternly, "We need to talk."