A/N: 2AM Darth Vader drabble. (Darn you, insomnia.) I think it's been done a lot, so if you hate it, that's okay, just don't flame me, please. :P
He Has a Heart, Too
The grass muffles his footsteps as he enters the graveyard. He winces; the heavy breathing, rasping through his respirator, feels painfully loud.
Ten years have passed, but this is the first time he has come here and allowed himself to remember the pain of her death.
"It appears, in your anger…you killed her."
He stops before a small tomb, raises his gloved hand to rest atop the name carved into the duracrete, but no tears come. He realizes after a moment that they can't. But inside, he is weeping,
Because he has a heart, too.
He just forgot.
