Yeah, this came from a dream I had, it's depressing, but i had this sudden urge to put this up. No flames please. I just did this for a reason unknown.
Anakin was terrified. No, not terrified, more scared than he had ever been in his life.
More scared then when Shimi died, more scared than the countless times he had thought Padme was dead. Very very very scared.
He could not quite remember how she had ended up like this, although he distantly remembered she had been shot, he had no idea how she had gotten here.
They had a mission up here to do on, was it Teth? He couldn't remember exactly, only that they had been assigned to get something on a old monk temple, made of a special pure white stone that never got dirty.
He recalled there was Separatists droids by the time they got there and that they were having a full scale war on that high up temple.
He forgot about that a second after he thought it, because everything but her was erased, because some part of him knew what the end to this was.
He could not hear the intense roar of the mini war happening behind him, but now, now he could care less about the clones, the droids, anything, for they could not help him now.
She was dangling off a sharp cliff that poked out from the temple, and he remembered he had seen her be shot and fall off, but he had caught her.
She was fatally wounded, he could not see where, he could only see her face.
Both had one arm gripping the other, both knew if one loosened their grip even a tiny bit she would fall down to the fog that surrounded the high temple.
They did not speak, for they only had to look at each other and understand what the other wanted.
Her face showed only a small ounce of fear, for it was clear she did not want to leave this world.
But there was acceptance in her eyes. She understood she would not make it, and she had come to full terms with that.
She only wanted to know that he did to.
He had not and he would not.
His face only showed fear and determination that he would not let her go, even though her eyes pleaded for him to understand, she would not make it.
He gripped her harder, and she showed sympathy, because now, at the very end, she understood the loss he had already felt, and that her gone would break him.
A part would always deny what was destined to happen soon, and his mind would make up anything to convince that to him.
He would never be the same.
She smiled, then frowned, then looked at him one last time, and he refused to show what she begged for.
He would never ever accept it, never.
She showed sadness, pure sadness at his refusal to accept the truth.
Sad because if he did not accept now, he would never.
She took a long, long sigh.
Then her arm went limp.
His eyes widened at it, and time slowed down, down, as her arm slipped from his firm grasp, and she was gone...and so was he.
He was left with empty memories and broken tears by the time the clones got there.
It doesn't take a genius to know who just died...
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