AN: I'm going through a phase... A one-shot phase...
It's not even a good phase. I swear after I post this I'm going to go back and work on my real length stories. I swear! I've just hit a major mind slump.
Anyways... This popped into my mind, not my best ever story. But then I don't think I've written my best ever story yet. :D
I hope you enjoy this small offering.
"I'm sorry."
It was all he could say, and he just kept saying it, over and over again. Hoping that someday it would be enough. But it would never be, how could anything ever be enough. How could anything ever make up for everything that he had done; everything he had failed to do.
He stood at the grave silent except for the occasional repetition of that one phrase. "I'm sorry." His mind was full of things he had left unsaid. I'm sorry that I wasn't enough for your son; that I failed to be there for him. I'm sorry he didn't think he could come to me. I'm sorry that I wasn't a good enough master, a good enough teacher, a good enough brother, a good enough friend. I'm sorry. I'm just so sorry.
He fell to his knees brokenly. "I'm so so sorry."
He sat there for a moment just letting himself cry. Cry as he hadn't cried since he had lost Qui-Gon. "I'm sorry."
He fell asleep there, kneeling on the ground. Worn out from the last three years of war. From the fight with Anakin, from years and years of trying to be the perfect Jedi. He had given his all, and now he was empty. And so he slept.
The woman looked down at the young man laying in front of her tomb.
"What are you sorry for? You weren't perfect, but no one ever is." She knelt down next to the young man and carded her blue hands gently through his hair.
"I do not blame you for what happened with Anakin. I will never blame you for what happened with Anakin." She sighed softly. "I love my son, I will always love my son." She smiled softly, "Do you know what that makes you? You're his brother, and that means you are my son as well." She laughed a little bit, "We never met in this life." Another soft laugh, "Which is a shame, I would have enjoyed meeting you."
She sighed again. "I do not know everything that ever happened between you and my son. I do not know all of the mistakes that you made. But I do know that you loved him as a brother. You truly truly loved him. I do know that. And that is enough for me. It is all I could ever ask of you. It is all anyone could ever ask of you."
She gazed down on him for a moment. "Don't give up on him. He's lost, and it will take him a long time to find his way, but please don't give up on him."
She sighed softly. "Sleep on young Obi-Wan, I will watch over you."
The night passed that way, with the ghost presence silently watching over the exiled Jedi.
As the first sun rose over the horizon the sleeping Jedi began to stir.
"Must be more exhausted then I thought." The woman laughed softly at that, though the young man didn't react, she had known he wouldn't.
The young man sat there for a while longer merely staring contemplatively at the tombstone. The woman sat next to him, waiting patiently.
"I never met you. But you were a great woman Shmi Skywalker Lars." He sighed softly. "I'm truly sorry."
She smiled sadly at the young man. "I know. I know you are."
He stood up slowly. "I better get going, I've got to go figure out where I'm going to live for the rest of my life." He gulped once. "Oh force." He turned his head away.
Shmi sighed, "You're strong Obi-wan Kenobi. You're not alone."
Obi-Wan didn't react. But she had already known he wouldn't.
"I still love him Shmi. He's my brother. I think I'll always love him."
He bowed his head and turned away, and whispered a final time "I'm so sorry."
She nodded sadly. "So am I."
AN: And I'm sorry too... For having wasted your time. :D Hopefully I didn't wase too much of it.