Tired.
Irritated.
Exhausted.
Lonely.
After coming back from Starkiller Base, Rey experienced all these emotions.
She had Finn, but he was always busy being the famous reformed stormtrooper. Chewie was busy being a war hero. She was busy being nothing while contributing absolutely nothing. After denying the mission to go to Luke, she was left with nothing to do. Her? A Jedi? No—no. She was nothing. A dirty scavenger from Jakku.
Sadness.
It started while Rey was sitting in the pilots seat on a smuggling mission. She had started putting tally marks in the falcon, old habits die hard. She hadn't eaten the past week either, not that anyone would notice, it was a long solo mission.
Rey had just started chipping another mark in the metal wall when she felt all the air sucked out of the room. She turned around to see Kylo Ren, staring at her dumbstruck.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked emotionlessly. So, that's how this was gonna be.
Rey should've been scared. But shit was she tired.
So she just shrugged and went back to chipping.
"Why are you doing this nonsense again? Aren't you happy with the Resistance?"
No. No. No.
Rey sniffled and stood up, revealing her thin form.
"Where are you?" Kylo asked curiously. Rey didn't miss the way he gave her a once over with a concerned look.
Rey ignored him and sat back in the pilots seat, looking out at the stars.
"I miss Jakku." She said all of a sudden.
"Why?" Kylo asked.
"Things were simple." Rey answered. Then an idea popped into her head. "You know what, I think I'm gonna go back."
"To Jakku?" Kylo asked.
"Why not. There's nothing out here for me in the stars."
"But there is!" Kylo said frustrated. "With me."
When Rey didn't answer he took both her hands in his own.
"With me, you'll never be hungry. Or sad. But most of all you'll never be alone."
And then he leaned in and kissed her.