Disclaimer: I do not own star wars and I am making no money or profit from this story. All rights go to Disney. This was made simply for fun.
I am sorry.
I know that forgiveness is too much to ask for, and I don't believe that you shall ever know just how much I regret ever hurting you.
But I am sorry.
The sounds of people shouting fill my ears as Luke, my son, mine and Padme's child, takes off my helmet. The colours all blur around me as I see him gazing at me. He is upset, I can tell.
I remember cloud city, the sight of my light saber cutting through his hand as blind rage filled my mind.
I talk to him, and comfort him in the best way I know.
I am sorry.
I can remember Padme, her laughing, happy eyes gazing up at me she smiles at me.
I am sorry.
I can feel the release of death beckoning to me as my eyes slide shut. I can hear Luke calling my name, and I can't help the small smile that crosses my mouth for a moment.
Because, somehow I know I am forgiven.
A/N: Please leave a review; I hope you liked the story . This is my first fanfiction, so I'm sorry if it's not that good :/.
