Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews, I'm glad this story caught your attention. At first.. I was going to make this into a one-shot.. but then I had an idea thus Chapter 2 was born.. and now I think I'm going to do more. I have a few chapters in mind.. but I have no idea how far this is going to go.
Padmé hummed as she sat in her bed, feeling jubilant. She was able to spend some good quality time with each twin as of late. She learned that Leia can be very passionate and caring, especially for those in need. Luke had a light innocence around him, and a taste for adventure. She adored her children and her heart swelled at the thought of them.
Padmé had been visiting her passed friends and children for the last month now. Every night, Obi-Wan came to her and lead her away. He stayed most times, but when he didn't, he was off visiting friends he had lost that had not yet gave themselves up to the Force. Qui-Gon would visit, too. He spoke words wisdom and of of a better future. He preached that one day the darkness upon the galaxy would lift. Padmé was not sure of what to think of that.
She had not spoken since she showed Lyen how to do her hair. She felt no need to talk. She still repressed down the memories that sent shocks of horror and sorrow through her body. So Padmé only thought of her children, her friends. That made it better. But when they weren't enough to escape, she faded back into the white.
This was one of the few times since Obi-Wan visited her that she felt more than.. nothing. She liked these days.
She reached back, running her hand over her braided hair. Lyen did her hair like this everyday now. She was glad.
The door to her room slide open and Vader stood underneath it.
Immediately, the good feeling Padmé was bathing in evaporated. She could feel her eyes dull, her face sag. She said nothing as he entered with a grim face. He paced in front of her as he grimaced, holding his hands behind his back.
Padmé began reaching for her white world, she did not want to feel the pain that was to come.
"You spoke."
She only stared at him.
"I.." He stopped. Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists. "I would have been here sooner.. but I had tasks that the Emperor assigned me that needed be finished."
She blinked.
"You..." He let out a breathless laugh, not a trace of humor emitting from it. "You actually spoke.."
Something told her he was deeply hurt that he was not the one she had first spoken to.
She did not care.
"Why.. why won't you just say something to me? I need you, Padmé. I cannot keep continuing to live this way." Vader was breaking. Padmé could see that. A part of her wish she could help him, and another part was glad he finally understood what she felt when he turned his back on her.. when he raised his fist and stole the air from her lungs. But she could not do anything to help him, even if she could, she wasn't sure she would.
The room began to shake, as it usually did when Vader was really emotional. He couldn't control his powers in such a state. Padmé pondered what would break first.
It was a glass table that shattered first. She had guessed the light from the ceiling above.
"Have I lost you? Have I truly lost you? Is my Master right? Oh, please, my love. Please say he isn't true." He was trembling, tears streaming down from his eye that was not apart of his burn. Padmé could not fully submerge herself in the white, so when the dull ache in her chest began to pulse, she closed her eyes.
She knew she loved him, somehow from somewhere deep inside of her. If she really let herself feel, she knew that she would forgive him. She would forgive the monster before her. She would still love him regardless of his actions. She would follow him anywhere.
Padmé did not want that. So she sat with the ache as the man before her shattered just like the table that sat in shards scattered around the floor.
She did not open her eyes when Vader stroked her face, skimming his fingers across her eyelids and lips.
She heard him heave. She hard him walk away.
Quite possibly, she heard the last part that was Anakin, without knowing, walk away.
Author's Note: I feel as though this has gotten cheesy