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It'll go away with time, I hope. My master and I just arrived back from our mission to Mandalore, to protect young Duchess Kryze. Over the course of he mission I had developed... feelings for the girl. But it is against the Code to have attachments, Force forbid relationships! So I didn't act on it. It broke my heart to leave her there. I can't believe I never told her. But I'll never have to deal with it again. Soon I'll forget her, and her me. I buried my face in my hands. But is that really what I want? Do I really want to act as if there was nothing between us?
Yes. It was for the best. She would understand. Now, I must work on forgetting her.
Settling down into the meditation position, I tried to focus on letting the Force flow through me, but the image of her gorgeous smile, her glowing beauty, kept fluttering into my mind. In the least, it was frutrating. Not saying I didn't like it. Sighing, I decided I just need a little sleep.
"Obi-Wan... where are you?" It was Satine. She was walking through a lush, green forest, lifting her delicate dress over the plants around her. Obi-Wan tried calling out to her, but he was silented by the wooshing winds around them. "Oh, there you are, silly." She looked straight at him, and slowly approached him. Now she was very close, within arm-reach, and he finally found his voice. "Hello, my dear Satine." he put a hand on her shoulder. She covered it with hers. "Obi-Wan... I'm very alone without you here on Mandalore..." She looked deep into his eyes. Before he knew it, she was leaning in closer to him... and then he woke up.
Obi-Wan sat up in his bed. 'This is not as easy as I thought!'
Satine sat, alone, in her quarters, pouring over her journal.
"Dear diary, today, he left. The love of my life is gone, continuing his exciting career as a Jedi. If only I had told him about my feelings, if only I had spoken up! But he would've just left anyway. He is a Jedi Padawan. I must learn to accept that his path is different from mine. He is very dedicated. Ah, if only that fact didn't draw me to him more. Must he have it all? The beautiful eyes, gorgeous face, and all his other handsome, endearing features?" Slowly, she closed her journal, and put it away. And then she wept.
This was a relationship that was meant to not be.