Padme Amidala hid behind the Senate pillar, watching politic after politic walking past her, taking about war. Which is what everybody seemed to be talking about, it seemed. Yes, the young Senator often times did get into the conversations about the Clone War, but that was not all she had in her mind. She thought about all of the deaths occurring. It wasn't just the clone armies, which didn't really matter. It was also all of the creatures who lived on all of those planets, and all of them suffering. But what seemed more important, the Jedi.

Sometimes Padme thought she was too worried about her Jedi. Fighting and being a hero to the galaxy, hearing his name everywhere. She knew that many Jedi were being murdered in this brutal war every day. There was no way of telling which ones. That is what scared her. He could be out fighting one day, but the next… dead. That very thought scared her to where her bones ached. Padme knew that other smaller wars were taking place on other parts of the galaxy. Those wars had fathers and husbands disappearing to join other fights, and sometimes never coming back. How lost, confused, and heart broken their wives must be. But inthe Clone War, the armies where mainly clones and Jedi, who didn't have families. Yes, all of the Jedi put together all were a family and loved each other in their own way. But there is one Jedi who has felt a different kind of love for another being. Anakin Skywalker. And he was the Jedi that Padme Amidala worried about. She was the woman Anakin passionately loved, and she deeply loved him in return. It was so many things about Anakin the Padme fell in love with. His voice, his laugh, temper, and strong love for her. Sometimes it was his deep blue eyes that she was imprisoned in. And the fire his eyes lit her heart and made it soar.

That is why she felt so different. Crying almost every night for her Ani to come home to her. She hated the fact that she would wake up in the middle of the night, seeing no partner at her side, or falling asleep in that partner's arms. She hated how there was no way of getting any contact with him. And Padme hated how she constantly worried about him possibly not ever coming home. All Padme did at night was come home, get on a night dress, lay in bed, and open a secret compartment holing two small items; a little japor snippet carved pendent, and a long padawan braid. She would often times cry herself to sleep, holding those two items tightly in her hand.

So there Padme stood beside the pillar, watching a few senators walk by the entrance. By the entrance waited Mace Windu. The Jedi Master started to speak, " Chancellor are you all right?"

Padme caught her breath. If Palpetine was rescued safely, then Anakin must be alive, he must be! The lady turned more behind the pillar as the group walked further towards her direction. Then she heard Bail Organa's voice and then…Anakin's.

She froze as she noticed her husband spotted her through the corner of his eye and said the words of magic, " excuse me."

Padme smiled and almost cried tears of joy as her Anakin started to run towards her. He gathered his delicate wife in his arms, swinging her around in the air. Padme quickly reached her lips out to his, and Padme was once again…whole.