A Final Cry
My eyes can barely behold the sight in which they see. Never would I have thought thathe could be capable of bestowing such misery on me. After everything that happened, from me comforting him when he was a little boy on Tatooine, to all the intimate moments we shared in our three years of covert marriage; Anakin takes my already broken soul, and tears it apart anyways. Piece by piece he tears, until the very strands that once allowed me to regain hope of his still being good, are lying in shreds on the cold floor. He takes my delicate heart, and stabs it twisting the piercing sword, infused with betrayal. I can feel the blood dripping down to the ground beneath me, mixing with my salty tears and turning a pale pink. The color is so unlike the beauty of the elegant roses he used to give me, but alike is such a way that it mocks me. A lugubrious reminder of a love that still shines strong in my heart, but is long forgotten in his. So here I sob as I struggle to remove the blade embedded in my heart. With one final cry, it is gone, but while the pain will eventually fade, the scar that will take its place, will remain a sorrowful reminder of the misery he gave me, until the day I die. Little do I know that that day is coming sooner than expected.
A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you liked my first ever Star Wars story, if you did not already get it, these are Padme's thoughts as she sees Anakin on Mustafar and as he chokes her. Please Review and tell me what you thought! Also please read my Bridge to Terabithia stories :) Thanks!