My name is M30w3rz. I'm not a new fanfiction member but this is my first story. Enjoy! Critique is encouraged.
Ahsoka's POV
Ahsoka Tano turned and walked away from her former Master down the temple steps. A tear escaped her eye, and she let it fall. The urge to simply run overcame her as soon as she was out of Anakin's view. Her steps quickened, and soon she was speeding through the streets of Coruscant, flying past citizens in search of a place to hide and collect her thoughts. She skidded to a halt in front of a trashy hotel, which was quite common in a place like Coruscant. She paused for a moment, then started running again. She needed a place no one would overhear her sobs…
She finally found a place that suited her; a dark alley absent of living creatures, excluding some trash-eating vermin. She collapsed into a small pile of garbage, chest heaving, and began to cry. Her breathing came in great gasps as she wailed for what felt like several minutes. Finally, she pushed herself up, leaning against the wall with cramped, weak legs. She took several deep breaths, hiccuping, and thought to herself. What do I do now? She had nothing but the clothing she wore at that minute and a psychologically unstable mind. Her throat was raw from crying and her stomach let out a low growl. She needed something to eat and drink to keep going. But what's the point of living? She shook her head and stood up straight. I can't think like that. I need to get going. She could already sense that her former Master was worried about her. She hoped he actually understood why she had to leave…
Anakin's POV
Anakin stood exactly where he was as he watched Ahsoka leave. He couldn't move. He fought a raging battle in his mind. He knew she didn't need or want him anymore; Why else would she leave, saying she wanted to "sort this out on my own" "without you"? Still, he wanted to run after her. She was his Padawan, he couldn't leave her to face the cruelty of Coruscant alone. But she didn't want his help, his care, his trust...
"Anakin?" a familiar voice asked. Obi-wan placed a hand on his former apprentice. "Are you alright?" "She left me," he responded, his voice choked with grief. "She left me and she's not coming back." He barely payed attention to Obi-wan's words as he gazed into the sunset that she had disappeared into. He didn't even notice as he collapsed onto his knees, clutching Ahsoka's braid in his hand so tightly he was afraid it would break.
"Anakin..."
Obi-wan, for once, was groping for words as Anakin waited for a lecture on how he needs to let go. "She was precious to me, too. I watched as she matured and, though I did not show it much, cared for her greatly." Anakin stared down at the braid in his hand, relaxing his grip and holding it as if it were delicate as glass.
"She is a great loss to the Jedi Order..." Obi-wan knew as soon as he felt Anakin's red-hot rage that he said the wrong thing.
"I don't care about the Order," he growled menacingly. His voice turned soft and grief-filled again. "She left me. I..."Obi-wan was once more at a loss for words as Anakin struggled to collect his thoughts.
"I have to help her." He carefully placed Ahsoka's braid into his pocket and watched as Obi-wan dug through his only pocket and came up with some credits. "Here, you can give her these," he said as he dropped the shiny bars into Anakin's hand. They glinted in the orange light of the sunset. Obi-wan murmured a farewell and plodded back to the Jedi temple to rest, leaving Anakin depressed and angry, kneeling at the temple steps.
Short, I know, very short, but I want some feedback and tips to see if I should continue the story!