Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, just playing with Lucas' children.
He couldn't move himself up, he couldn't escaped the heat fire's grip. That same fire had gave such power, such control was slowly crepping in him, burning each part of him. The Jedi... the one he had once sonsidered his master, his friend, his brother, was nothing but a traitor. His image fadded, confonding itself in the horizon of dark rock and lava. An- Vader closed his eyes one second, his vision blurred by the pain. When he opened nothing was there, excepted the pain. As he was near death, unanswered questions bounced in his burned head like How could this had happen? How he, Darth Vader, the most powerfull Sith Lord of the galaxy, be in such vulnerable position? What... A delicate face appeared in his mind, smiling. It was only a blur but he could remember it everywhere and whenever. Her long brown curls, her dreamy eyes, her light but gentle touch, her soft lips...
"Padmé..." he said, his voice barely a whisper in the dark. All of her was his before... before Obi-Wan came in. Yes, Obi-Wan, the traitor, was responsible of his angel's betrayal. A bluring memory showed randomly in his head, like... Honestly, he didn't like what.
A fire played in the fireplace, projecting dark, moving shadow on the walls around them. The young Jedi sat on the couch, facing a divine... an Angel... The young man stiffed, unsure what to say.
"From the moment I met you, all those years ago, not a day has gone by when I haven't thought of you. And now that I'm with you again... I'm in agony. The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you- I can't breath. I'm haunted by the kiss that you should never have given me. My heart is beating... hoping that kiss will not become a scar. You are in my very soul, tormenting me... what can I do?- I will do anything you ask."
The memory faded as quickly as it appear, raviving the agony caused by the dying flames. Strangely, Vader tried to laugh bitterly but his damn burned lungs were almost all destroyed, huffing, his mind and mouth filled with a bitter savor of disguist. This weak Jedi though that was torment? Was he foolish enough to believe he knew what agony was? His hatred rose like a firework, as well as the inhuman pain. Slowly, tentatively, deep, powerfull darkness flew through him, numbed his burned body (at least what's left of it), shooting his pain. It was rough but gentle at the same time and... consuming.
The shadow of a ship passed above him, landing on the nearest (the only left) landscape and sure enough, he could feel his master's dark, almost shooting presence. His visioin blurred significally as the darkness overhelmed him, leading him, giving a hint of survival, threwing away everything that pained him the most: his memories. A confortable, dark cloud surrounded him, shooting him, pleading him to live. It was all he could see, all he wanted to see. But light never gave up, even if you have the darkest soul of the galaxy, and out of the dark cloud of revenge, a spark lit his soul, his heart, for a second, dazzling him, letting only it last memory of an eternal love... an eternal hope...
"I know there is good in you..."