The whole process is an eternal struggle. He tries to break free, fights with everything he has, but to no avail. He remains flat on his back while his burnt limbs are being tended to. Being replaced by artificial ones. He is turning more into a machine than a man. But as his body is being built up, his soul is only falling apart. All he wants is to see her. He has to know that she is safe.
The sound of his heartbeat pounds loudly in his ears. His blood is boiling. There's blood on his hands, but he can't wipe it off. They are forever stained. Those stains will be a constant reminder of his mistakes. A reminder of her.
The last piece is put in place: a black mask covering his face. His breath resounds within the mask and throughout the room. He is brought back up. His feet collide with the floor beneath him. He turns his head to the left, where he knows his master is. And the first thing he asks…
Where is she?
Is she alright?
She is dead.
The sound of his heartbeat enhances. It quickens. How can it be? She was just here. He was with her. She can't be gone.
Oh, but she is.
And it's your fault.
As the little voice plants itself in his mind, it decides to nestle there and take root, repeating itself over and over.
It's your fault.
All your fault.
It grows louder and louder, drowning out the sound of his heartbeat. He breaks free. Then, the sound of his heart ceases.
It dies.
And so does he.
Author's note: This was the very first Star Wars fic I ever wrote and so it is fitting it should be the first SW fic I publish on here. It's very short, but full of angst. God, this moment always breaks my heart.
