This is going to the story of how Darth Vader committed suicide after reading Padme's journal. Vader finally realized who he should really be: Anakin Skywalker. This is the story of what happened after Vader closed his eyes and drifted away into nothingness.
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Part One
To my love, Padme Amidala, I will always be with you. Through the Force and in your heart. I will never leave your side. I hope to have a wonderful family with you when this dreadful war is finally over. Obi-Wan might be able to help us with our needs. I will be there with you through everything. I hope you know that my love. I love you my loving angel.
-Anakin M. Skywalker
"I got this for her. I left this note," Vader slowly closed the book and sat it down. "I lied to her. I lied to her about everything," Vader tightened his fist and thought for a moment. "It's better late than never." He reached up to his black, devilish helmet and began to take it off. He removed the breathing mask, the only thing keeping him alive. He laid down the helmet and laid back himself. He looked at the ceiling and awaited the time where his fate as The Chosen One was sealed. Crossing back to the light side of the Force, to join his wife on the other side. Not as a Sith Lord nor as a Jedi. But as a loving husband and father. Vader closed his once beautiful eyes and drifted away into nothingness.
Darth Vader… now Anakin Skywalker is dead. The little oxygen he had in his burned shriveled lungs disappeared. His last breath was short and sharp. Then he saw the light. The light to the eternity of hell. Or so he thought. Anakin thought he was going to hell because of all the horrible things he did to the Jedi Order, or killing the younglings, destroying an entire planet, or betraying and killing the only father figure he had, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He opened his eyes to a cloudy ground and a bright blue sky. No speeders, no metal walls, no lightsabers, but a normal outside world. He looked down at the ground to notice he is completely naked. Who needs clothes when they're dead. He examined his body to find no scars from his near fiery death, no metal right hand and no scar over his right eye. He was normal. A normal man with a normal body. He looked up to see a nude woman with long brunette hair, and skinny beautiful body and a smile on her face. Anakin Skywalker took his first step as a dead man. It seemed normal. He walked closer to the woman to see her face. The face of his beloved wife. He remembers her face well. A long face with a beauty mark on her left cheek, short perfect eyebrows, a smile that could make a man fall in love with her, and big brown eyes that made Anakin stop directly in front of her.
She did not speak. Only smiled. Anakin whispered her name quietly and she nodded. He reached out his arms and embraced her. He took in her scent and smiled. He had found his wife after so many years.