I wanted to love him forever.
I wanted to. My skin burned every time he touched me. I feel like a little girl again every time I'm with him, every time I'm in his arms. When his eyes, so filled with lust, looked at me in that way I feel almost lost and drowning in desires that I cannot do, should not do. I had loved him. I really did. It's not my fault. What I am going to do right now. He forced me into it. I didn't want to. I don't want to. I love him.
"Amidala, we are in Tatooine now," Obi-wan informed.
Obi-wan, he must be tore too. His former student, now…. He must be as heartbroken as I. I'm the only one that has to carry this pain with me then. Anakin, Ani, what have you done? Why didn't I stop you when I saw it coming? Why did I choose to ignore it and pretend it's not there when I know it is? It is all my fault.
"Thank you Obi-wan. Thank you for accompanying me on this particular trip. It feels like you and I are the only ones in this world that would really understand him and could have really stopped him after his mother had gone. Yet neither of us took the initiative. And now we must be the ones that carry this pain."
"Amidala, please do not say it. It's not any of our faults. I refuse to believe so. But anyway, regardless of whose fault it may be, let us do our best to at least secure his, your children's safety."
Oh, I'm sorry Obi-wan. I know how this must stabs at your heart. You had loved him too, didn't you? You had loved him and you placed all of your hopes on him. And it must hurt so much to know that you were his teacher and you didn't lead him away from the temptation.
"Yes, Obi-wan. You're right. This is what we can do now. And let us do that well."
This feels so ridiculous. They're his children, did he know that? Luke and Leia, his children! I've always thought that women were supposed to be the happiest with their children. And here I am, hiding them, and from their own fathers no less! Why is this happening? Why can't they get to know their father, love their father like they were supposed to? Why can't their father know who they are? It's all my fault. All my fault.
"Obi-wan, let us go."
Next time I see him, I shall have to remember to ask him something. I have to ask him if he loved me or not.
I wanted to. My skin burned every time he touched me. I feel like a little girl again every time I'm with him, every time I'm in his arms. When his eyes, so filled with lust, looked at me in that way I feel almost lost and drowning in desires that I cannot do, should not do. I had loved him. I really did. It's not my fault. What I am going to do right now. He forced me into it. I didn't want to. I don't want to. I love him.
"Amidala, we are in Tatooine now," Obi-wan informed.
Obi-wan, he must be tore too. His former student, now…. He must be as heartbroken as I. I'm the only one that has to carry this pain with me then. Anakin, Ani, what have you done? Why didn't I stop you when I saw it coming? Why did I choose to ignore it and pretend it's not there when I know it is? It is all my fault.
"Thank you Obi-wan. Thank you for accompanying me on this particular trip. It feels like you and I are the only ones in this world that would really understand him and could have really stopped him after his mother had gone. Yet neither of us took the initiative. And now we must be the ones that carry this pain."
"Amidala, please do not say it. It's not any of our faults. I refuse to believe so. But anyway, regardless of whose fault it may be, let us do our best to at least secure his, your children's safety."
Oh, I'm sorry Obi-wan. I know how this must stabs at your heart. You had loved him too, didn't you? You had loved him and you placed all of your hopes on him. And it must hurt so much to know that you were his teacher and you didn't lead him away from the temptation.
"Yes, Obi-wan. You're right. This is what we can do now. And let us do that well."
This feels so ridiculous. They're his children, did he know that? Luke and Leia, his children! I've always thought that women were supposed to be the happiest with their children. And here I am, hiding them, and from their own fathers no less! Why is this happening? Why can't they get to know their father, love their father like they were supposed to? Why can't their father know who they are? It's all my fault. All my fault.
"Obi-wan, let us go."
Next time I see him, I shall have to remember to ask him something. I have to ask him if he loved me or not.
