The heat flushes through her skin, the sun swelling large in the sky like an overripe fruit. Rey sees the familiar sheen of sunlight reflecting off of metal as her family’s ship sends clouds of dust across the landscape.
There is no Unkar Plutt to hold her still. Rey sprints after the steadily shrinking craft until sweat pours off her brow and her lungs contract in pain. The sun is still there, so bright it eclipses the visible form of the ship in the atmosphere. Rey staggers forward a few more steps, her breaths coming in pants.
“You’re not angry at them.”
Rey turns her head and sees Kylo standing in the dessert with her. The landscape becomes more indistinct, like the details of Jakku are slipping away as her focus shifts to him.
“I couldn’t be angry. I always thought they would come back for me.”
Kylo steps closer to her. “Because they were your only chance of not being alone.”
Rey opens her mouth to argue but he interrupts her before the words can get out.
“You think no one else would want you. That there must be something wrong with you, otherwise why would your family have left you here?” he asks, holding his arm out to the wastes of the dessert.
Not wanting to look him in the eye, something hard in her stomach knows that it’s the truth.