A/N: This is a short thing I wrote for my husband when I was bored at work. Even if hardcore fans don't like it, he did, and that's all that matters. It was totally random, and it doesn't really take place in any particular part of the storyline.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS!!
Warnings: Shrabble (not as short as a drabble or long as a one-shot), PWP, and angst
Black and White
He was alone.
For the first time in months, the Sith Lord found himself wandering the dim corridors of the Death Star in complete silence. It was a grim silence, however, one he would've otherwise welcomed, but his thoughts were chaotic, and he couldn't stop himself from pacing the empty halls of his ship.
He clasped his hands behind his back in irritation, his black clock billowing out behind him to trail in the master's quick footsteps.
Padme…
He stopped abruptly, growling in anger despite the sudden pain he felt in his blackened heart. It didn't help matters when a brief vision of her sweet face—flashing him that achingly beautiful smile—flickered in his mind. Shaking his head fiercely, reminding himself that she had been dead for over eighteen years, he continued on to the deck of the ship.
His masked gaze stared out at the billions of stars, and he crossed his arms over his black armor. How many times had he reprimanded himself for dwelling in the past, losing sight of the future? He couldn't change the past. Padme was dead. He, himself, had killed her…
He cursed bitterly. No, the fault lay with Obi-Wan and that wretched Jedi council. The man he once called Master had lied to him, betrayed him, and even tried to kill him.
"Anakin, help me!"
His nightmare came back to him in a mad rush, and he bit his tongue to keep from screaming in rage. Chancellor Palpatine—Darth Sidius—had promised him a way to defeat death, but even his Master wasn't yet powerful enough for such a task.
He only wanted to hold her one more time…like all the times he took for granted years ago. He could still vividly recall the look in her eyes when they made love for the first time…still feel the rapid pounding of his heart…
Her desperate touch…
Her lips…
This time, he let out a strangled cry, punching the wall next to him with such force, it left his knuckles imprinted in the think metal.
His soul cried out for forgiveness, even when his voice would not.
And beneath that cold, black mask of the most powerful being in the universe…the might Darth Vader wept bitterly.
End
A/N: I really hope nobody flames me over this. I swear, I don't know why my brain wanted to write it. Bad, Brain. Bad.