Title: Letter To My Angel
Author: Rabé
Time: I think around Ep. III or a little while after Ep. II
Summary: Anakin's last thoughts on leaving Padmé..might be a little out-of-
character to some people, but I thought it worked.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, they're George's.
Anakin Skywalker sat in the quarters he had shared with his wife for so
long and stared at a blank sheet of flimsy. He should leave a holo, but
no, he couldn't bear for her to see him like this. He wanted her to
remember him as she had known him, her loving and caring husband, not as
the monster he had become.
He had disappeared almost a month ago without leaving her any clues as to
where he might have gone. He knew he had hurt her, and that drove him
crazy, but he hoped that he could make up for even a little bit of that
with this letter.
He turned his attention back to the flimsy. He wanted to tell her, but he
didn't know how. He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. Visions of
his beloved angel immediately filled his mind. He reveled in those
thoughts for a very long moment before he sat back up. He knew what to
write. . . .
I love you so,
I hate to go,
But I must leave you now,
My angel.
I don't want to hurt you,
But my duty I must do.
My master calls me now,
My angel.
Though I must leave for now,
You must realize somehow
That I wall always love you,
My angel.
The light has passed,
But darkness lasts.
I must say good-bye,
My angel.
This isn't for good,
But leave you I should.
It's for your own protection,
My angel.
I must do
What my master tells me to.
I hope you understand,
My angel.
Please take care.
You know I couldn't bear
If you were hurt,
My angel.
This isn't forever,
I hope that you never,
Give up on me,
My angel.
I will come back.
Don't let your love lack.
I will return,
My angel.
I miss you.
I love you true.
Please never forget me,
My angel.
. . . .his hand stopped. He didn't bother to read over what he had
written. His feelings had channeled from his mind to be expressed on the
flimsy. Only a small-but powerful-remnant of those feelings remained in
him. He quickly buried them deep in an attempt to suppress them. . .
.something he knew he never could do. He shook his head and cleared his
mind once more. He folded the flimsy and left it on the desk for her to
find. He then rose and walked to the door.
Anakin Skywalker stood in the doorway and turned to gaze on last time
around the room that held do many memories. Then the memories left him and
his expression hardened. He turned his back on the room and shut the door.
Darth Vader left to meet his new master and his new life.
Author: Rabé
Time: I think around Ep. III or a little while after Ep. II
Summary: Anakin's last thoughts on leaving Padmé..might be a little out-of-
character to some people, but I thought it worked.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, they're George's.
Anakin Skywalker sat in the quarters he had shared with his wife for so
long and stared at a blank sheet of flimsy. He should leave a holo, but
no, he couldn't bear for her to see him like this. He wanted her to
remember him as she had known him, her loving and caring husband, not as
the monster he had become.
He had disappeared almost a month ago without leaving her any clues as to
where he might have gone. He knew he had hurt her, and that drove him
crazy, but he hoped that he could make up for even a little bit of that
with this letter.
He turned his attention back to the flimsy. He wanted to tell her, but he
didn't know how. He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. Visions of
his beloved angel immediately filled his mind. He reveled in those
thoughts for a very long moment before he sat back up. He knew what to
write. . . .
I love you so,
I hate to go,
But I must leave you now,
My angel.
I don't want to hurt you,
But my duty I must do.
My master calls me now,
My angel.
Though I must leave for now,
You must realize somehow
That I wall always love you,
My angel.
The light has passed,
But darkness lasts.
I must say good-bye,
My angel.
This isn't for good,
But leave you I should.
It's for your own protection,
My angel.
I must do
What my master tells me to.
I hope you understand,
My angel.
Please take care.
You know I couldn't bear
If you were hurt,
My angel.
This isn't forever,
I hope that you never,
Give up on me,
My angel.
I will come back.
Don't let your love lack.
I will return,
My angel.
I miss you.
I love you true.
Please never forget me,
My angel.
. . . .his hand stopped. He didn't bother to read over what he had
written. His feelings had channeled from his mind to be expressed on the
flimsy. Only a small-but powerful-remnant of those feelings remained in
him. He quickly buried them deep in an attempt to suppress them. . .
.something he knew he never could do. He shook his head and cleared his
mind once more. He folded the flimsy and left it on the desk for her to
find. He then rose and walked to the door.
Anakin Skywalker stood in the doorway and turned to gaze on last time
around the room that held do many memories. Then the memories left him and
his expression hardened. He turned his back on the room and shut the door.
Darth Vader left to meet his new master and his new life.