AN: So, a short summary. My first SW fanfic, it's pretty much AU (yeah, only a little bit), and I don't anything except the plot. Anything else you may recognize belongs to George Lukas. I'll be very glad for constructive criticism or any reviews, actually
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Apathetic on a sparse bed. A silent wave of crying is sent out and bounces off the white walls. White painted walls, almost plastic. A dim light reflects from them, towards the center of the room.
There, in the bed, a man lies. A broken man. A man of haunted eyes and disturbed dreams. He is floating between asleep and awake, between the monstrous nightmares and the spotlight attention.
"You were the chosen one-"
"I hate you!"
Cries of fear are rolling out of him, emotions filling up his veins.
"It seems like in all your anger, you kill- "
Don't. Go. There.
A voice enters his mind.
"Ani? Where are you? I can't see you… ANI!" Worry is all over her face. He gazes up on her with his piercing blue eyes, and read her soul on anything that may sign her love for him.
One thing. That's all he finds. One little lonely piece of love, with ninety-nine pieces of concern. But it is almost as good. Almost. The tiniest bit of anger finds its way into him. Anger at himself, anger at the Jedi.
"Padmé?" His voice is hoarse. "You're supposed to be d- dead." He tries to lift his arm to cough in it, but fail.
"Anakin, I'm not dead. I'm here, I won't leave you… Anakin?" Her words begin to swim, but he is brought back to consciousness by a soft whimper. A tiny bundle is brought to his arms, and he look down on it. A pair of warm brown eyes could be seen, flickering restlessly around the room.
"She's your daughter, Anakin."
And the darkness claims him again.