His son.
Anakin's eyes traced the face, cherished it. He wanted..no needed, this to be the last thing he saw. Of all the things he had done, he wanted to see one last good thing. He knew what was coming. Death.
Those eyes, belonged to Padme. Not in their color, the aquamarine blue of the waters of her lovely Naboo. Luke's eyes held that unconditional love and loyalty, and concern, for his dying father who had done nothing but ruin him. Something else resided in those eyes. Strength. Determination. For a lost cause. Was that something he had inherited from his mother, or from his father? That nose and jaw were something he had gotten from his father, whether or not you could tell from the disfiguration of Anakin's own face.
"I guess there was good in me after all," He said with the last ounce of breath he had.
There had to have been, for his son was pure good.
The warm darkness that had been creeping up on the edges of his mind consumed him then, and the pain disappeared. It was almost like falling asleep, and Anakin truly thought he had when he heard the voice he had been longing to hear for what seemed like forever.
"Ani!"
She was on top of him like she had been in that field on Naboo that day, warm chocolate eyes full of mirth. It was in fact that same field, the same colored sky, the same breeze fluttering her brunette hair.
"Padme," He breathed, brushing a hand across her cheek, just to make sure she wouldn't float away from him.
"I missed you," She whispered.
Anakin blinked. This shouldn't have possible. But yet, it was. And he replied with the first thing that came to mind, but was the most true.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment."
Her sweet lips pressed to his then, and her body leaned against his so that every curve matched, every part of them intertwining. Just like it was meant to be.
"I love you," He whispered into her ear.
"I love you too."
"I'm sorry," He stammered. "I shouldn't have…I killed you…"
She shook her head and pressed her fingers to Anakin's lips, quieting his confession.
"It doesn't matter anymore Ani. All that matters was that I missed you, and I'm so happy you're here," She said with the utmost sincerity.
And they rolled down that hill together as they had in the old days; they skipped together as they had in the old days. No politics, no wars, no pain. Just as Padme had once wished, and that same wish that Anakin had tried to grant and failed. He knew this was some sort of afterlife, he knew that he could breathe again and yet. He wasn't even shocked. None of it mattered.
He had her back. Padme. The woman he loved so much it hurt. He had her for entirety.
Authors note: blah. no idea where this came from. Random muse at 3 in the morning? Sort of depressing, I know. But I always thought Anakin deserved so much better.
