This is for ThunderSphinx.
The Afterlife. Anakin knew he would become a force ghost, but an afterlife? He knew nothing of it. Yet he loved it. Finally he was at peace with all of the anger he had absorbed. Finally he knew how to let go of it. He could be happy.
But to be happy he needed her. The joy of his life, the essence of his happiness. Padme. But how could she forgive him? Invisible tears leaked out of his ghostly eyes.
And then she was there. Wavy brown hair flowing, warm brown eyes filled with tears.
"Ani?" She croaked, holding out her arms.
All Anakin could do was numbly nod his head. If he had a body, he knew it would be shaken. "I'm sorry, Angel."
Padme didn't say anything. She just stared. He could see the hurt raging through her eyes. The hurt he had caused.
Now it wasn't about forgiving others. It was about him. Would she forgive him? Would he forgive himself? Probably not.
"What you did was not okay, Anakin," she said softly and Anakin's heart dropped.
"I know," Anakin admitted.
"But love looks past all flaws."
And finally, after so many years of separation, they were together at last.