Padme Amidala lifted her heavy feet.
Water. She could see a body of it a couple of metres away from her.
Her cream coloured tunic was covered in dirt and her hair had grown tangled down to her hips. Her brown pants had been cut to make shorts. Her stomach was no longer carrying a child and she hadn't eaten in days.
Darth Vader looked down at the dusty ground from the balcony outside his room at one of the many imperial palaces in the galaxy. He hated this planet, it reminded him too much of Tatooine. Then he saw a woman walking towards the place- wait no, the water! He zoomed in his sight and what he saw took his breath away- or would have if he still had human lungs. Padme! He knew she would come to him eventually. He ran down the steps as fast as his body possibly could. He ran to the river first, and collect some water in his hands. Then he ran to the limping Padme, who looked so weak that she could collapse at any moment.
"It's me!" Darth Vader's mechanical voice said. Padme nodded her head weakly.
"Do you trust me?" He asked. She nodded again, smaller this time. He held up the water to her lips and she drank hungrily. He lifted his hands and cupped her cheeks. "I've been waiting for you."
Padme shot him a panicked look.
"What is it, my love?"
"I should have known," she whispered as her throat burned.
"What?" Now Darth Vader was panicking. What was happening to his wife? He couldn't lose her again. He just couldn't! Then Padme collapsed onto him. He felt her for a heart beat.
"No! You can't leave me! No!" She had no pulse. She no longer let air in and out of her lungs. She was no longer alive.
Then, and only then, did Darth Vader see the dark poisonous sea weed that grew in the water.