wounds

She wishes things had gone differently. She wishes he had said yes. Sometimes, she wishes she had. Mostly, she wishes they lived in a world that hadn’t made them enemies. And because at that moment, in the safety of their bond, there is nobody else but them and the weight of their decisions, Rey allows herself to lower her lips to his brow and kiss the scar she gave him.

When she pulls away, he’s gone.

Or: The one where the Force always seems to connect them when one of them is alseep.