An Anakin/Obiwan fiction on Mustafar
I should have known what was wrong with him.
I had known him from when he was a boy, I didn't think he would really betray me.
We had both been loyal supporters of the then Republic and their supporters(palp and padme)
The trails we had been through, the battles we had fought be side, never leaving each other behind-and for force sake, the truts we'd had-I'd always thought we'd die by each others side. But not like this.
As my heart turns to ashes, one thing is emblazoned in my mind forever-he betrayed me. And I find myself wondering at how our friendship had turned how he –how he had tunrde it. But not the one who stands before me now. The other master. The new master
The sun that had been shining so brightly finally
explodes like the supernova I am
and I find the words erupting at him in anger
I HATE YOU!
I'd hoped he would realise I meant I hated the darkness in me that separates me from him, but he did not.
And as he walks away, I realise I have lost my last hope. My best friend. All because of me. And even as I burst into flame-I cannot find myself to hate him, my brother, in all but blood.