I don't know how long this will be up for, I don't think it's very good, but I wanted to post it because the idea behind it is fantastic and it could really go somewhere, I just don't know where. If anyone wants to take it for a ride feel free, just let me know so I can check out what you do with it.
Enjoy.
She filled the large tub with warm water, almost to the brim. Her slender fingers traced the ripples as the liquid cascaded into the bath. When it was full, she dropped her robe to the floor, revealing a flowing blue gown that fell to her knees. She slowly picked one foot from the floor, leaving the slipper behind, and stepped into the water, being careful not to splash at all. Her other foot followed suit, and she lowered herself into the water, still being cautious not to splash.
She didn't know what compulsion caused her to act this way. She didn't know why she was doing it. Maybe she just wanted to remember the way things used to be. The way it would have been if she hadn't been the decisions she had made.
They had done this once before. She had endured a long meeting, and it had naturally run over. He had been waiting patiently for her to return. It had been his idea. It had also been one of their last encounters before he left. The gown wasn't the same, that one had been destroyed or left behind on some forgotten base, but the idea was the same; and the memory would always be the same.
She didn't know how long she had lain there, just that when she opened her eyes the water was cold. And someone was banging on the door. She rose and donned her robe once more, covering the garment that now clung to her as the old memories did. She answered the door to find a friend staring up at her.
"Where have you been? Bail has been looking for you everywhere," she said.
"I just, remembered something is all," was the reply.
"Well hurry up and get ready, the meeting starts in ten minutes. You missed the briefing Mon."
She cast an eye down on her friend and protégé, wondering if the young one would make the same mistakes she had made. Maybe the young one would have a legitimate excuse to be late for a meeting, whereas all she had were memories to indulge.
She toweled off, and slipped into her robes, leaving the saturated gown carefully wrapped in another towel by the bath, away from prying eyes. With a sigh, Mon Mothma let out the water from the tub, took a calming breath, and joined the young Organa in the hall to walk down to the Senate meeting that they would now both be late for.