I loved and I loved and

“Rey? Rey, you’re… Rey you’re crying, are you alright?”Crying? Is she crying? Rey raises a shaking hand to her face and feels the slippery hot slide of tears on her cheek and she finds herself gasping, struggling for breath. Poe’s concern earns glances from the crew tending to the fighters on the deck- including the sharp eyes of the General, who begins walking across the tarmac towards them. Rey rips her eyes away from the crease of Poe’s brow and alarmed questions and finds his eyes across the tarmac, General Antilles’ dark, solemn gaze.The roaring thunder in her head drowns out everything but the sharp crack of a flight helmet hitting the deck. A flurry of emotions flicker across the man’s face - shock, disbelief, and fragile, tentative hope. He looks like a man ready to fall apart at any moment, he looks like how Rey feels.