Rila: So I'm not quite sure where this came from, but I'm very pleased that my muse has stopped bumming around and came back. -clears throat- So hopefully, this means lots of updating now, before school comes around and kicks my butt to the proverbial curb. Hopefully this makes some sort of sense...
Disclaimer:I am really not honestly sure where this came from
Word Count: 349
"You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left."
She was beautiful.
Even in death, there was that calm serenity that Padme Amidala had always seemed to have, her features unaltered. It had only been moments since her passing, and Obi-Wan found himself almost hoping that her chest would continue to rise and fall. But it had stilled, the warmth draining from her face.
Luke and Leia echoed each other's wails, hushed by the attending midwife. Though she was a droid, Obi-Wan left the immediate care of the twins to it as he studied Padme's too-still form. It seemed cruel that she had gone this way, and seemingly without cause.
"She has lost the will to live."
The words echoed in his ears, a malicious taunt. Obi-Wan exhaled, frowning. 'I should have known sooner,' he thought, though there was little to be done about it now. The twins would know neither parent - and perhaps that was for the best. Still, there was some sort of sorrow to it as well, and Obi-Wan glanced over at the twins. Small, swaddled in soft cloth - innocent, vulnerable.
He turned back to Padme and reached over, sliding his fingers down the smooth, cold skin of her cheek. Her lashes were still wet with tears, and he retracted his arm. His gaze shifted back to the twins.
What will become of them? What happens to them now?
And unfortunately for Obi-Wan, there was no easy answer.