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A TRoS Drabble

The silence was deafening, empty, cold. Rey suddenly felt suffocated as her fingertips press into the roughness of the ground beneath her body. The grains of earth slip under the pads of her fingers and embed themselves under her nails as she clings to something solid. Every breath drawn into her lungs burns like liquid acid chocking out her voice, contributing to that same silence. She can still the warmth of his touch against her skin, the way his finger curled among the loose curls at the base of her neck. His fingertips curled around her side brushing the small patch of exposed flesh at her waist. If she closes her eyes she can see that smile beaming brightly, the smile of Ben Solo, the man she had held out hope that one day she would see. A smile of a man that was free of his pain and conflict, free of the burden that the dark side had placed upon his shoulders. A man who was at peace, a man whom knew who he truly was.

As hazels focus they linger on the cracked earth where once his body lay. Reaching out her fingers drag across the spot hoping just maybe she might feel his lingering energy. She wasn’t ready. Back slouching she drops her head in a sudden wave of grief that trembles down along her spine and envelopes her frame. A cry of agony rips through the darkness as the pooling tears trail down her cheeks and fall. Spread fingers clench and in a sudden burst of anger Rey slams her fist into the ground. She wants to collapse, to dwell in the darkness but she knows she can’t. She could never soil HIS sacrifice, she would continue, it is what he would want.

“Be with me” she whispers so faintly that it almost sounds like nothing. With all the strength she can muster she pulls her body from the ground and stands. The walk back to her ship is long, it seems hours as her mind lingers in a fog of distress. Once in the cockpit she feels herself breaking again. She is leaving him. Leaving him like she had done so many times before only this time there would be no next meeting. There would be no banter, no anger, no understanding, no connection. This was the end, she would not see him again. Lifting her hands she covers her face as the tears stream like endless tides as her screams echo around her. She is alone. She had been given a taste of happiness, TRUE happiness and just like her family it had been ripped from her grasp.

With a heavy heart she flips the switches and the engine bursts to life and Rey instinctively rises into the air. The whole way back to the resistance base is a blur and she remembers nothing. When she lands she takes a deep breath before exiting and a hint of a smile pulls at her lips as she see’s her friends, her new family. They embrace her and the feelings of relief wash over her but there is something missing. Rey pulls Finn and Poe closer almost desperately as tears again began to flood her eyes. A feeling of joy and pain mingling within her soul, she feels as if she’s drowning. But she is not alone.

Here, have a super shitty Reylo kiss animation. 

You’ve been the only thing that’s right in all I’ve done…