The last chapter was actually a retype. I had the whole thing typed but hadn't saved it when my phone died.*Facepalm* Yep, needless to say, I said some pretty fancy cuss words.
Rey's hand still tingled two days later. She had chosen not to tag him back until she had her own emotions sorted. She stared at the list in front of her. It was less than helpful.
Pro: He was drop dead gorgeous.
Con: he killed his father.
Pro: He was the last Force user aside from her.
Con: he was a Sith. Or so he said.
This was the sticking point with her. He claimed to be dark, had even killed the only father figure she had. Yet, he was also capable of such tenderness. Ben had never gone out of his way to physically hurt her. Even when he had reason to. She had seen, through Luke, what had really happened that night at the Jedi Temple. He had only defended himself. His unspeakable crime? To be curious about the Dark Side.
Pro: He killed Snoke in defense of her
Con: It was almost a tradition for Sith to kill their masters.
Rey pressed her fingertips into her pounding temples. She had to tag him back. She had promised Leia. Did she want to? A better question was, Did she dare?
Kylo lay on his bed, hands folded beneath his head. It had been two days of loneliness. Had he gone too far? Had he scared her away? Sitting up, he scrubbed his hands in his hair. He hated waiting. It made him edgy. He was leader of the Knights of Ren, dammit. He shouldn't be worried about how he made some slip of a girl feel. Even as he told himself this, the lie tasted bitter on his tongue. What hurt worse though was after he had vanished, she had severed their connection as much as she could. Closing his eyes, he tested the door. It wasn't there. He was amazed. Rey must have been sleeping. Hating himself for showing weakness, he slipped into the Bond.
Rey lay on her bed, forehead creased with concentration, even in sleep. Her hair was loose, spread out over her pillow. Gently he ran his fingers through the silken strands. "Shhh..." he whispered. He watched as the lines of concentration smoothed.
Deep in her dream, Rey walked through a dense fog. There was no sound but she instinctively knew someone was following her. In abstract terror, she took off running. She was still running when a deep, oddly familiar voice broke through the fog. "Shhh...Come back Rey."
She woke with a start. She was alone in her quarters, but she could smell it. Smell him. Musk, pine, and burnt mint. The smell of the Dark. Ben.
Rising, Rey looked to the pad of paper on her desk. In a firm, strong hand was two words.
"I'm sorry."