The Broken Ones
It started when Rey was a prisoner on Starkiller Base. That first interrogation when her captor's attempt to read her mind backfired and she saw the webbing of cracks in his fearless resolve, which turned out to be nothing more than a facade. Breaking through those cracks were emotions Rey never thought him capable of. The powerful Kylo Ren was afraid. Then she saw more: glimpses of memories, a lonely little boy caught between his arguing parents, forgotten when the fights drove Han and Leia to focus solely on what they were best at, which was most definitely not parenting; an angry teen, hungry for attention, just wanting to matter. Each memory was full of emotions that Ren believed no one would ever understand. But Rey recognized those emotions coursing through his memories because she had felt them herself after being abandoned by her family on an isolated, barren planet. And then she saw the same emotions again in the mind of her enemy, the person she hated most in the entire galaxy.
It's been a month since Rey arrived on Ahch-To and began her training with Luke Skywalker. Everyone said Kylo Ren had perished along with Starkiller Base, but she knew better. She felt his presence on the edge of her mind, a nudging in the Force that pulsated with life. As she advanced in her training, her awareness and ability to read the little nudge grew stronger and stronger. No matter how hard Rey tries, no matter how many times Luke reminds her to focus on the present, she can't stop thinking of him. Her captor. Those haunting dark eyes, staring into her soul, a mirror image of her own. Their souls were so different, yet the same, and she can't get him out of her head.
Turns out, he can't stop thinking about her, either.