Disclaimer: This is pointless. I do not (And this is very hard to say) own Star Wars.
My Anakin is gone. This thing, this monster you call Vader has destroyed him, and it is more than I can bear to stay here and watch while he destroys my world as well. It is so cold here, Annie. I want to reach you, reach the warmth of the fire, but you keep me away. Always away.
You have shrouded yourself in a blanket of smoke and fog, and in a desperate attempt to keep me from realizing it, you have smothered Anakin. Only Vader can exist in such an atmosphere, and so he does.
I knew you were dead when you killed him. Later, you claimed that you were saving me, but you never told me if you were saving me from temptation - or from yourself. You needn't had bothered. I still shudder to think of being with anyone but my Annie, which is why I have left you.
An affair means nothing when your husband is dead. Still, it was wrong of you to accuse me of it when you knew it was false, which you must have. How could you not? Even Vader knows the extent of my love for him, and how I would rather throw myself into the sea than live without him.
I am still waiting for you to come and find me. The water is steadily rising, and still I remain. You tried to keep me out of the flames, but you forgot the water. You forget so easily, Annie. You forgot how I pledged my love to you that day, you forgot how I could never love anyone but you. And now you've forgotten how I am drowning without you.
I tried to reach you, tried to allow the flames to consume me, as you did. I wanted to forget about dead Annie, wanted to embrace Vader. I failed. Even as you pushed me away, I tried, jumping from the water into the flames. But apparently hell is too good for me. I sit here, in the damp darkness, alone.