This is a short little one-shot I did. It basically takes place at the end of Episode 3 when Vader is looking out at the stars at the very end. Please review despite the length.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
As he looked out at the galaxy, he knew.
He just knew.
Anakin was gone.
He felt it.
Only Vader remained.
Anakin was dead.
He had died with an angel.
His angel.
Padme.
His sweet, beautiful Padme.
Only Vader remained.
More machine than man.
As he looked out at the galaxy, he knew.
He was no longer a man.
Not at all, not even a little.
He could hope all he wanted but he wasn't. Not anymore...
Only machine.
Only a machine.
He was a machine the second he killed her.
Padme.
His young, loving wife.
He could not go back.
There was no going back.
There was nothing to go back to.
Nothing to go back for.
His will to do good was gone.
Padme was gone.
She was his everything.
As he looked out at the galaxy, he wished.
He wished he was a man again, if only for a second.
He wished as a man that everything, every feeling, would overwhelm him, as it did now.
As he looked out at the galaxy, he wished.
He wished to be man again, if only for a second.
For if he was a man, he could weep.
If he was a man, he could die.