Hello People! I don't usually write Star Wars, but I figured I had to write this before we know whether or not Rey and Kylo Ren are related. (I honestly hope they're not) I usually write Labyrinth fics, so this will be a new experience. This doesn't mean I'm giving up on my other pic, just taking a rather long sabbatical. Please review. Feedback is so helpful

-Abbs

Rey knew she should hate him. She didn't need the force to figure that out. What she did need the force for was figuring out why she didn't hate him. He killed his father, maimed her friend, yet somehow she just couldn't hate him. Instead, she found herself thinking about him and the things she sensed while he interrogated her: the sadness, the pain, the anger. And then, later when he asked her to join him: the loneliness. She should be planning ways to take him down, but she couldn't.

"This must be how General Organa feels," she muttered. All she could think about were his eyes, the way they softened just a little bit when he took his mask off and looked at her. She knew then that she would save him. She had to save him. Kylo Ren was just the mask he wore. Ben was still there, behind the mask, just waiting to be set free. She knew it wouldn't be easy, then again, nothing worth doing rarely is, however she was not a quitter. She was a fighter, and she would fight for him.

He hated her. She had beaten him. She wasn't even a trained Jedi. She had refused him. She had scarred him, and yet he couldn't stop thinking about her. He had seen a loneliness in her that had matched his own. He had connected with her. The second he took off his mask he had fallen prey to her eyes, the life that was in them. Why had he listened to her? Why had he taken his mask off, shown her the real him? It's so much easier to be intimidating behind a mask. It's safer for him. He doesn't have to connect to the person searching and failing to see through the mask. But he connected with her. She was special. He could sense it. Oh yes, he hated her. He hated the fact that he couldn't have her. She was light and he was dark. You can't have one without the other, but you can't have bother at the same time. He knew that. So, because he could never have her, he decided to hate her, because that would make it easier to destroy her. To destroy the threat she proved herself to be. He needed to focus on beating her. He couldn't afford to think of what could be if they were different people, if he were just Ben. But no, Ben was gone. He had to believe that he was gone. He made a choice long ago, and there could be no turning back.