She lays in her bed and stares at the ceiling, different from the scratchy wires and metals she used to sleep under in Jakku. Some nights she'd venture out to sleep under the stars. But those nights were the most restless, she'd lie awake , watching for some sign of her family. Waiting. Waiting. Growing. Crying.

She sighs heavily and turns to her side, pulling the blankets up over her head, those words creeping up and echoing in her mind, "You are nothing... but not to me".

She shakes her head and shuts her eyes tightly, to force herself to fall asleep. To force herself to not think of him.

He lays in his bed with one hand tucked under his head while the other rests on his stomach. He can feel her restlessness. He can feel her thinking of him. He knows that he shouldn't invade, that he should give her enough privacy to relish in her thoughts of conflict. But he can't. He can't because he wants her to call to him.

He needs her to call to him.

His mind drifts to those childhood days spent in the company of himself. Those days when he would sit under the skies after Jedi training and search for some sign of his family. Waiting. Waiting. Growing. Crying.

He shakes his head and covers his face with a pillow, pressing with enough force to end it all. But he stops, because in the dark of night, his Rey of light beckons,

"Ben? Are you awake?"

He removes the pillow and turns to his side, a small smile on his lips.

"Well, that wasn't too long of a wait."