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Oneshot after Anakin and Padme's talk by the fireplace.
Anakin just stood there, staring at her. No, staring through her. She wanted to believe everything that she had just said, that she could just forget everything she felt, but with him staring like that she couldn't even form a coherent thought. She wanted to say something, do something that would break the unbearable silence. Instead she just left.
She was just walking aimlessly down the hallway, unsure of what to do or where to go, completely ignorant of the bewildered Anakin who was now following her, attempting to figure out what had just happened. She suddenly took a sharp left into a nearby refresher. She had no concern for her manners in the moment, all she knew was that she had to get away from Anakin by any means necessary.
She came to a dead stop, realizing that she was hardly a foot away from the back wall of the 'fresher. She nervously looked around the small room, and for the first time in a long time felt completely unsure of herself. She turned towards the lovely marble sink and grasped its edges. She closed her eyes in a vain attempt to clear her mind and regain her calm facade that until moments ago she believed was impenetrable. She abruptly opened her eyes, staring herself down in the mirror. After a moment she said, with an almost too authoritative voice, "Get a grip." She didn't care whether or not Anakin had heard her, she needed to hear it herself. She thought that maybe if she said it out loud, if she demanded it of herself, she might actually be able to do it.
She continued on pleading with herself, now haphazardly pacing back and forth through the refresher, speaking at barely a whisper. "He's just a boy. You were the Queen of a planet for goodness sake, you brought the entire world through the most difficult time it has seen in a millennium, and you were only fourteen! And now, now you let some silly boy's childish crush shake you like this. It's pathetic. More importantly, it's not you. You are smarter than this. You've been through so much, and now you let some ridiculous Jedi, no, not even, just some Padawan learner turn you into a blathering pile of goo! Into some absurd love struck girl!"
She stopped short at the mirror again, staring herself down. "You're better than this, Padme. You know better." Using her authoritative voice again, she stared unblinkingly into her reflection and slowly commanded "Get a grip." For a few moments more she stared into her own eyes, thinking that maybe this added push might do the trick. She then slowly lowered her head and closed her eyes, exhausted. "He's just a boy" she said lightly. She inhaled deeply, finally regaining her calm. She looked at herself again with a solemn resignation, allowing herself to see the truth for just a moment. "No" she thought, shaking her head. I will find my way through this, I have to. And then, with the strongest resolve she could muster, she opened the refresher door. Anakin was standing there, staring at her, confused and unsure, not knowing whether or not Padme's internal battle had ended in his favor. Padme, looking at his handsome face, clenched her teeth and shoved the monsoon of emotions struggling to break free as far back into her soul as she could manage. She looked Anakin square in the eye and coldly told herself, he's just a boy.