Padmé slowly woke up. Breathing in the hot air around her, hard to breathe really. Her throat was dry, not functional. Her eyes flicked up. Lava was everywhere, red tones of everything. Sounds of fire were in her ears. The only place she could think of was hell. She was in hell. Nothing else made sense; it sure wasn't heaven for anyone.
Was she dead? Did she die? No, she felt her entire body, pulse that was racing. Tears threaten to show themselves, Anakin, her beloved Anakin, he couldn't, no there was no way.
He loved her; he could not kill her or harm her. He loved her. She was his life. He told her so. Any one. Just not him. Not Anakin. He loved her more then life itself. A scream went out through the air, a scream of fear, nothing else but pure fear. It was her own voice; air from her very own lungs that made it's way out to the red yellow sky. Jet another scream came from the bottom of her very soul. She screamed it all out, all her pain, loss and pain. She gave it all into that single scream. And everything seemed to go quiet, just the fire reached her. The burning fires from hell.
One look around her, she saw the ship was still there. Artoo was there, just by his side stood C-3PO. Even though they where machines she could feel their worries. They had no eyes to reflect their emotions, but it almost filed the air. Made it more painful then see two living pair of eyes. Where was Anakin? Ani? Where was her love? She could not see him, hear or sense him anywhere. Nothing. Tears came down, rolling over her cheeks. Her hands came up to hide her face. Her right hand! Oh my god, her hands, they where red. Starting to tremble, shaking. Terrified, she didn't want to know. No, no, no it wasn't true. Started to crawl away from the spot, crying hysterical. She had blood on her hands.
Fighting back her thoughts, the thing she was terrified to even think about. No, it could not be true. These things did not happen to her. Feeling something against her back, she curled up like a baby. A baby? Oh, my dear good her baby. She started to cry even harder. The blood wasn't hers, it wasn't Palpatine's either. It came from inside, her baby. The tears didn't stop to fall, they just came faster. Burning harder then the fire around the platform. Did she just lose her only child? No, it could not be true. Why hers? Her child. The truth was too hard to handle for a person. Not even the practice she had from being a senator, she could hold her tears in. The feeling of being totally alone came over her, every one was gone.
He was not there, her family was not even on the same planet, and her child was long gone. She was alone. For the first time in her life she was the only thing she had. Everyone she ever cared about was gone, corrupt or dead. Nothing, no one, left for her. Just one single word came out, not in a whisper. It came out as a long heartbreaking scream - Anakin! The only person she ever loved, he had been her life, her air. Small as a kitten she curled up against the wall, the blood was not just on her hands. It was everywhere.
Open her eyes one more time and she looked in to the pair of eyes belonging to her devil. Screaming as she tried to get through the wall, anything just to escape those eyes of his. Blue eyes, not even sure if they where anymore. They had a dark shadow over them now. Something she'd never seen before. They could not be the same ones she'd loved for all those years. Same loving eyes of his, this pair scared the life out of her.
Couldn't stop screaming as she realised it was him. It was his fault. All she kept repeating was "You!" "You!" nothing else came out.
Shaking her head, trying to understand why. How? His hands reached for her face trying to calm her down. How could she be calm now. First he disbelieved her, then tried to kill her. As a final he took away her child. How did he dared he try to touch her. "Padmé, love, what's the matter?" Her eye's went from brown calm, to a sea of fire. He was no more aloud to call her that. No more, her feelings were in chaos. But one thing she knew was that he was the one. The only one she could blame.
"You killed our child, Ani." She said in a very dry voice. Not trying to make eye contact with him. Her words stroke down in his heart. Her voice, her look at him. Everything, it took him down. Using his name took it all away. He was empty, no emotions. His child, their son or daughter, he would never know. The child was gone? No, he wasn't a killer like that. He would never kill his own child. No it could not be true. Trying to pull her in to a hug, feel her, comfort her. But she just pulled away. Scared, scared of him. His Padmé was afraid of him. All the things out there, and she was the one who was afraid of him. Of him. The scene in front of him took him hard.
His beloved Padmé in blood, looking at him as if he was the dark Sith lord himself. Her tears, flashing memories of his mother came, how she died in his arms. Not her to, she was his. She could not hate him so. Still her words kept ringing in his ears. He, he killed his only child. All his plans, everything he had done for his unborn child. Everything for nothing. The child he would be a father to. The emotions went from none to a chaos of emotions jumping over another. This could not be happening. He would never hurt Padmé so, not hurt his own child so. This couldn't be his fault, he would never hurt his love so. Defiantly not kill their child. No, it wasn't him.
"Leave me alone, Ani." Her voice wasn't more then a quiet whisper. But he could hear her hurt feelings and sorrow in it. She didn't even look up at him as she said it. Her head was down behind her hair. He couldn't see her tears that still came down. It was more painful then a lightsaber thru his limbs and bones. Much more painful, she wanted him to leave her. He couldn't live without her. She was his life, his air, and the reason for him to live.
As she rose to her feet, he saw the blood. His Padmé was just one bloody mess. Her clothes were dripping of blood. He was still on his knees. She didn't walk away immediately, stood and looked down on him. He dared not to look her in the eye, afraid of what he would find there. She just said in a low harsh voice, he never wished to hear again.
"I don't want anything to do with you, Ani. You killed my only child." He could hear her tears as she told him these words. "I will never see you again, Anakin, Your not my husband from this moment on. My Ani, would have trusted me to never lie to you, he would never had hurt me. Your not my Ani!" Her words killed him slowly.
Obi-Wan's eyes was watching the former lovers from a distance, but he could feel the look upon him. The sorrow, the guilt he felt. It wasn't just Padmé who was disappointed, it was his brother, mentor and friend to. He had dishonoured them both. And he knew he could never make it right again.