But somewhere we went wrong.
We were once so strong.
Our love is like a song.
You can't forget it.
-Demi Lovato, Don't Forget
Chapter I
My wife of three years, Padmé Naberrie Amidala always had some extravagant surprise planed for whenever I could sneak away to see her. At 200 levels above Coruscant's ground most of the people I was weaving through were senators or other politically important people. These people didn't give a Jedi a second look and at the moment I was kind of glad. I don't want any attention.
Reaching the 213th floor, I punch in Padmé's access code. Entering the hallway, I make sure the door slides shut before continuing onto the living room. If Padmé actually did any 'living' in her living room I'd be amazed. She spends so much time at the Senate Building all she seems to do in her apartment is sleep. She never has any time for me either.
When I enter the dimly lit room, her back is too me. The dress she is wearing exposes her pale back, turning my beautiful angel into a stunning angel. My mouth is probably hanging open as I stare at her. In her beauty I don't notice the other man in the room. He is dressed like a politician. I don't care for them much to begin with, but my hate deepens as Padmé turns around and throws her arms around him.
Looking over his shoulder, she spots me. The drink in her hand falls to the floor as she starts toward me.
"Anakin! It's not what it looks like. He's just a friend! Ani!" Padmé's trail of lame excuses follows her as she tags along behind me to the door.
He definitely looks like a friend!
I was too mad for excuses or lame apologies.
"I don't need to hear what you have to say!" My hands were clenched into fists as I stalked outside, sliding the door shut in her face. She deserved it.
My angel had betrayed me.