. not to her .

and our hunger is so wild like an only child
who could scream a healthy scream

(Wild nothing)

Rey, 06:32 AM

An entire day has passed since the battle of Crait.

Being part of the Resistance remnants is surely mind blowing and heart-warming, and Rey's barely had a few moments for herself, with nothing to do, none to talk to.

Everything seems to be running so fast, so furiously – no matter how much the losses have weakened them, they won't surrender - and she's part of it, she's really glad to be.

Just… something's off.

There is like a hole in her chest, a constant sense of nothingness and void, of anguish.

Luke Skywalker is dead and, though he stated clearly that talking about a 'last Jedi' makes no sense, that's exactly the feeling that torments her right now.

The bed in which she awakens is somewhat comfortable, surely softer that the piles of rocks Luke would let her sleep on back in Ahch-To – yet she can't help but miss those days. Luke's lessons, Luke himself, the unsettling sea, the nature of the island, even the caretakers scowling at her.

Even the dark hole hidden on that island.

Even-

She throws the light sheets aside, her fist clenched on them, desperately projecting her mind into her full day schedule – planning, reparations, meetings, training - in anything as long as it can keep her occupied.

And that's when it happens.

All of a sudden she's not alone anymore – he's there with her.

She recoils the sheets to her chest in a pointless jolt, breath caught in her chest, blood shooting up her veins while she fights to process the chaos of feelings that invests her.

She was honestly convinced that the bond was gone – by the way, Snoke had admitted its creation was his own doing – so why?

So, with Snoke gone, she's expected the bond to be gone, too. In the past twenty four hours she'd lived her day trying to cope with that. It had been like walking on thin ice, every minute dreading to hear his voice again – every minute pondering how it would be to never hear it again, too.

Apparently, it was just a day off.

Apparently, Snoke was not necessary to make this work.

Good morning.

That's all he says – she sees the void room filled with monitors he's sitting in, the robot's needles working on his injuries.

Then, before she can get acquainted with his surroundings or reply to him, he shuts her out.

She realizes she's still latching firmly on the sheets to the point that her finger are hurting – she realize she's still holding her breath and her heart is thumping.

She realizes she's partly relieved because yes, possibly this is even worse than nothingness – but not to her.

Author's Note.

Honestly no idea what I'm going to do with this. I just missed writing drabbles, missing writing in english, missed writing light-hearted fanfiction, so bear with me. Saw TLJ yesterday and this is the result - thought I didn't ship these two anymore, turns out I'm not that sure I don't... XD If anyone's out there, anyway, let me know if you enjoyed this ^^

S.