Everything was quiet. Rey thought she would have a million questions after she saw herself in the shattered reflection in the "underneath", but her mind was blank. A white page. No. Not white. Nothing. Empty. Her knees hit the ground and she threw her head into her hands.

'I'm still alone. I'm still...' she whispered to herself. She looked up at the hole she had come from. She was dripping wet and cold yet her eyes burned from the hot tears pooling in them.

When she returned to her hut she slowly started to change out of her wet and cold clothes. She lit a small fire and sat in front of it on a stool, untying her soggy buns from her head. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook it loose. A blanket sat beside her and she wrapped it around her shoulders, feeling the rough, yet comfortable, texture caress her sensitive skin. Rey stared at the fire, longing for someone to comfort her, yet she would never admit it. Just then a shiver ran down her spine and everything went silent. There was no more fire crackling and popping, no more Porgs outside squawking and chirping, no sound. Rey felt the strong pull of energy rushing through her veins, pulling on them as if there was a string attached to each and every nerve. She had felt this tug before and she knew what to expect when she slowly turned on her stool to face the opposite wall.

Rey's mind seared with anger. But that quickly subsided when she saw the soft face illuminated by the fire behind her. Kylo was sitting on his bed looking down at his gloves which were placed upon his knees. The light was low around him, giving him a sort of soft glow. Kylo shad very sharp and rugged features but he looked more mild now, almost like a boy thinking about the next time he would get food. He looked... calm.

"I don't know why this keeps happening." Kylo said, still looking down at his knees.

Rey stayed silent. She only looked at that face which looked so different than the last time she saw him.

The intense quiet that ensued for a time brought his face slowly up. His eyes were soft, brushing the space around her. His lips were parted slightly like he might give out a whisper. His appearance was full yet subdued and strands of his long, black, hair drifted around and onto his face, resting lightly on his cheeks and forehead.

"Rey," Kylo breathed as he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "are you-"

"No. You don't get to ask me that," Rey interjected. Her gaze shot to Kylo's and hot tears swelled in her eyes. "You don't get to ask me that."

"I just... I felt movement in the force. It was just an echo, but I heard you. I heard your cries." Kylo looked into Rey's eyes. He could feel the energy moving through her, bouncing off of every inch, barely contained. "I know who you were looking for."

Rey let out a soft sob. She covered her face with the blanket wrapped around her and gave out a small laugh, wiping the tears that escaped from her eyes.

"You don't understand. You have people that love you. Well... had. You had parents that loved you. And you... you killed them. I mean, you killed Han physically, but you also killed Leia emotionally. I don't understand why you would do that. Kylo-"

"Now it is you who doesn't understand, Rey." Kylo whispered toward her.

Rey lifted her gaze once more form behind her blanket. Kylo was looking at her intensely but with the softness she saw before.

"Stop looking at me like that. You don't know me."

"But I do," Kylo said. "I know you more than you think. We're exactly alike. Torn by two worlds. Searching for our place."

"Bull," Rey relayed. "You chose your place. You're not searching anymore."

Kylo shook his head and his tucked hair came loose from his ear. "I didn't chose. It was forced upon me. You know that."

"You always have a choice, Ben."

When Kylo heard his name escape Rey's lips he stiffened and his soft look disappeared. She never called him by his name. No one did. Yet, when she said it, it felt... well, he didn't know how it felt, he just knew he didn't like it. He stood up from his bed.

"Don't.. call me that." Kylo said in a low grumble.

"You do have a choice Ben, and yet you chose a path you knew would get you nowhere!" Rey exclaimed standing up from her stool. Her fists clenched tightly around her blanket and face contorted into a worried yet excited look that was hard to distinguish in the dim light. "You had a choice and you chose wrong. I didn't have a choice. My parents were taken from me."

"Your parents were nothing. You know that. They didn't love you. They gambled you away!" Kylo said as he took a step toward Rey.

Rey stood staring at him. They weren't more than three feet from eachother and she could feel the low heat emitted from him. Her heart raced. Every time they were near she felt a low tug in her stomach, pulling to come closer, like he had some unworldly secret waiting to be whispered in her ear.

"I know." She whispered back.

There was a silence for a moment as they looked at eachother.

"Rey," Kylo broke the silence. "You're not alone."

Rey's stomach dropped. She felt the tug again, but more intense this time, causing her to step forward toward him, closing off the distance.

"You're not alone," she whispered back. Then she added "Ben."

Kylos eyes were ablaze. Not with rage, but with a mixture of longing and irritability. He bridged the gap between them.

He was so close to her he could feel it. He just need to reach out and she was there, right within reach. He could kill her, or kiss her, he didn't know which he wanted more.

Before he could decide, Rey reached out slowly to him. She looked into his eyes almost desperately. Kylo looked from her hand to her eyes, then back to her hand. He hesitated, then slowly took off the glove on his right hand.

His hand slowly reached for hers, inching closer and closer until finally... they touched. Ever so gently his fingers touched the tip of hers.

The strings connecting them pulled closer, entwined with each other until images of each others futures flashed before their eyes. Loneliness, dark, light, waves cashing and pummeling into both of them, a struggle of good and bad. They both took in a deep breath. Kylo's hand was twice the size of Rey's and he inched his fingers closer to the middle of her palm, keeping his eyes only on her hand.

"Rey," Kylo whispered.

"Don't say anything." Rey breathed back. "Let this moment be."