-Kylo's point of view

It's been several weeks since I've connected with Rey. But I know the only reason we have been connecting more is because she is growing stronger with the Force. If she wasn't, our sessions wouldn't last as long or happen as often as they did, even if they are spaced a few weeks apart. But with all her growth with the Force, Snoke will be able to feel it, know she's growing stronger, and therefore he will train me harder in order to combat her... kill her.

I know I should. I know that's what I'm here for, to break her, to kill her, but every time I take off my glove I feel her energy pulsing through my fingers. I remember her mouth on my neck, her light scent of dust and nightbloomer wafting off of her soft skin, her hair falling over my cheeks as we ki-

Stop. You know this is wrong. You know this is not what you're meant for. You are meant to build an empire and she will ruin all your plans.

My mind was mush. My training for the past few days with Snoke was intense, no, grueling. My arms were bruised and cut. My lips were cracked and scabbed from the harsh winds cascading off the snowy mountains. Snoke said the only way to train correctly was off of our ship and on actual planets. He said, "Boy, you'll be lucky if you ever get to fight on ship. Otherwise, your battles are out there. So get your ass out there." Because of this training, all I wanted to do was lay in bed, to sleep.

I walked through the halls of the Dreadnought. They were almost empty except a few guards here and there, but most people were bunked down for the night. My feet dragged along the floor making a metallic shuffling sound as I moved along down the hall. I ran my hand through my hair and shook it out. I was almost to my room when everything went silent, again, the way it does before I connect with Rey. .

My hand went to the hilt of my lightsaber and I wrapped my hand around it. Cold, I haven't had to use it today. I slowed my pace down as I turned the corner to my door. There she was, standing right in the middle of the doorway, waiting for me. Slowly I took out my saber but I didn't ignite it, yet.

"Rey. What're you doing here? Get inside before someone sees you." I whispered gruffly across from her.

"Don't make a scene. Then someone will see me."

"Uh-uh. No. We can't keep doing this. This has to stop happening." I walked toward her.

"Ben!" Rey almost shouted. At this I cupped my hand over her mouth to get her to be quiet and shoved her into my room. She shook herself from my grasp and walked around the room huffing. I ran to the door and checked the hallways to make sure no one saw her, or me, with her, then closed the door. I turned to face her while keeping my distance, so I stood in the doorway.

Rey was pacing the floor with her hand behind her back. Every few paces she would stop and look at me, upturning one side of her mouth in a slight melancholy smile, then she would continue walking.

"Stop pacing. It's making me nervous." I growled.

Rey stopped mid step then kicked up her heel to spin and face me.

"Ben, I came here with very important news." Rey said. Her face was stiff now, her expression almost lifeless. My heart began to race. Every time I saw her my groin began to thrum and every inch of me begged to be near her. But her face now, it was something else. I don't know what it is. The hum I had felt when I first saw her began to subside.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Rey took a few steps closer. "I don't know how to tell you this. Ben-"

"Tell me!" I spat in her direction. She flinched at the rough time. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I stepped toward her, "please tell me."

"Ben, your mom- Leia- she's dead."