This was originally a fic for a fic exchange of 2006.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, or any of the characters in it.
Hatred Of Solitude
Sunlight washed over the apartment floor from the window. The sun had finally cut through the clouds on Coruscant, but it could not pierce her gloomy mood. Padmé stood abrupt, hand cupped over her mouth as her eyes stayed locked in a stare at the Jedi Temple across the city. It seemed so close to her, as if she could reach out and hold it in her own hands. She didn't even know why she was looking at it, she knew Anakin wasn't there. He was gone, and he wouldn't be coming back for some time now.
The memories flooded her mind, angering her somewhat. She had attempted to sleep the night before without his familiar presence. Now, she was still in her long, silky pale blue nightgown that skirted to the floor beneath her. She knew somewhere Anakin was sleeping peacefully, or playing and goofing off with R2, or negotiating with someone, his purpose for being so far away. She spent every waking moment thinking of him and how she wanted him to be home- with her. She lowered her head and thought to herself, does he even miss me? She was surprised from her longing gaze when she heard a familiar voice approaching her.
"Can I help you with anything, madam?" C-3PO turned his robotic head toward her as she shook her head no. "Very well then, I'll just go check my messages…I've been expecting something from our little friend R2, anyway. That little tin can just loves to talk!" The only response was a nod.
Electronic beeps startled Padmé, and she turned to see a holographic image of R2-D2, whistling and beeping something to C-3PO. She was about to return to her stare at the Jedi Temple when she noticed something behind R2-D2 on a cot. Padmé moved closer to the image, squinting to try and distinguish what exactly it was. Ripples of blood were dripping from the head, down to a pool of blood sitting on the cold ground. Anakin? She took her hand to her mouth, gasping in horror. No! It isn't him! In reality, she knew it really was.
C3PO turned around, in attempt to figure out what was wrong, but only found Padmé turning to run to the bedroom, sobbing. "Madam, please wait!" It was too late, the door was closed. But it was too late, the door was shut, and silence filled the room as the sunlight was once again washed away with rain.
Several days had passed since her heart was broken. Every time the news was turned on, Padmé saw more and more destruction around her than she had ever noticed before. Sabé had practically taken her place in the Senate since she was feeling too ill to do anything, and she hadn't even bothered to put on any makeup. Everything seemed to have lost its color. Padmé returned to her now usual spot at the window that overlooked the city…the Jedi Temple. She closed her eyes as her hand found the familiar curves of the japor snippet, its soft surface bringing back memories that passed throughout her head. When she opened her eyes again to let out a tear, she saw a man's reflection in the glass. His hand reached out to touch her shoulder, "It's okay now…I'm here." He whispered.