An-Thank you all for the review once again, I love getting feedback! Since I love you all so much, here's another long chapter, isn't that just great. I really enjoyed and had fun writing this chapter.

Also, this chapter has a lot of more padme and Anakin in it so yay to all you Anidala fans!

Embrace

He could hear Obi-Wan shouting in shock as he fled the area where his wife stood, but he had barely heard it.

Anakin didn't see where he was going, he just ran as hard and fast as he could. He needed to get away, any place but the one he was just in. It felt as though everything was closing in on him, the walls collapsing, mocking him inside his head.

Seeing her, hearing her sweet gentle voice calling out to him, even with her facade he didn't care, she was beautiful, still loved and cared for him...and he had killed her.

Anakin could still remember it as clearly as if it had occurred yesterday. The smell of sulfur, the raging heat of Mufastar billowing in his face, surrounding him, overwhelming him. The pleading look on his beloved asking, no, begging him to run away with her. His refusal, then... the nightmare.

Padme's big soulful eyes staring at him, so full of hurt, sadness, and pain as she clawed futilely at her restricting throat. Tears streamed sorrowfully down her face, her consciousness slipping and the last thing he ever saw from her was an unspoken question conveyed without words-

Why...

Did he actually think that he could just waltz in as if nothing in the past fifteen year had ever occurred. He thought he could do that, just smile and be enveloped in her embrace, but that would never happen.

It could never happen!

He had hurt her! Stole the light that shone so brightly, a beacon to those who needed hope. Yet he was the one who extinguished it, the very beacon he tried to keep from fading...

Anakin's mind was so closed off to any and everything that he didn't notice when yelps of surprise that rung out from those he had passed and bumped into, neither did he hear the constant shouting of his former master trying to call his attention. Nor did he take note that he was no longer in the senate and was once again in the endless streets of Coruscant.

Everything was just so black, as if a black hole had consumed his mind rendering him the presence and sanity of the light. It was too much, it was just too much.

Anakin was unaware of his own self muttering, "Stop it. Get out of my head, get out of my head," as if a sacred mantra.

Alas, the nightmare only continued, strengthening in horror. There was no escape as it only got worse.

Now it his eyes, all his failures passed through his mind in a pain-filled sequence. A montage of all the errors in life, things he was too weak to accomplish, all that he was never good enough for.

He never should have been freed from slavery.

He never should have become a jedi.

He never should have married an angel.

He never should have turned to the dark side.

He never should have been ...born.

The pressure in his head reach its peak as he stopped and clutched his head in a useless attempt to gain equilibrium.

"Aarrggggg! Stop! Enough-just," he choked out,"...enough," whispering a barely audible, "please..."

But the onslaught on emotion and memories did not cease its attack and Anakin stood there helpless on the street, onlooker staring in bewilderment at the insane man screaming to the sky.

Anakin needed a distraction, anything as long as it was something. Without thinking, he sprinted at full force towards the edge of the sidewalk and into the mass of speeders and vehicles and leapt into the air and descended into the dark.

The last thing Obi-Wan Kenobi expected out of his former apprentice was for him to turn tail and run as if an elite sith army was after him, especially not from who he thought it was.

Did Anakin really run away from the senator. The senator that Obi-Wan knew his former padawan held in high esteem. One of the few and trustworthy friends that Anakin cherished and kept in touch with. The very same who he, a few year back, had ordered said padawan not to pursue his unhealthy infatuation with. Senator Amidala?

It couldn't be. Yet, seeing the young man make a mad dash away from where they were, he couldn't help but think that Anakin was running from that very person.

Not knowing what to feel Obi-Wan turned to the senator to see how she had handled the situation. Like himself, she had no idea of what had happened and stood there looking baffled , and he noted mentally, a little hurt.

"What-"

"-happened?" Obi-Wan finished off her thoughts.

Nodding, she looked back to the direction that Anakin had ran off to feeling shocked, perplexed, and hurt. Subconsciously, it was as if Anakin had rejected her. Was this some sort of karma that occurred because she had chosen to do her duty first when in her heart she had wanted to running to her husband the minute she got word of his arrival.

Anakin had always hated it when I had chosen to do my duty instead of spend the precious and few moments we had together...she thought sadly.

It was one of the few things that was the main reason of why they fought. Anakin was a man of passion, no matter how hard he tried to hide or suppress it. In fact, he couldn't. It was what made him the man Padme had come to love when they have meet after their ten year long separation.

Obi-Wan spoke up again, " I apologize for Anakin's...odd behavior. He hasn't been feeling well this past week."

Snapping back to attention, Padme was about to question further on her husband's health when Obi-Wan took off sprinted in the direction Anakin had went, simply saying "I need to go."

Anakin, Padme thought with worry, what is going on?

Obi-Wan dashed off in the direction that he had seen his former padawan go, using the force to make himself go faster to make up for lost time. Along the way he has seen evidence of Anakin's presence with some disarray of people along with fallen beings trying to gain some their bearings.

Anakin! Obi-Wan thought with exasperation as he followed the trail of disaster left from his fleeing friend.

Finally, out of the senate halls, Obi-Wan stood amidst a crowd of wandering bodies of creatures going about their day, oblivious to the troubles that plagued the jedi master at the moment.

Damn! Where is he? Obi-Wan wondered while frantically searching the mass of people. Spotting a fleeing person, Obi-Wan dashed forward, confirming to be the one he was searching for as he found the bright spark that was Anakin.

"Anakin!" He shouted. Trying again, he yelled louder, waving his arms in some attempt to gain the fleeing man's attention, but it was pointless because he did not even try to look behind to identify the caller.

As he was about to reach him, Anakin suddenly stopped and shouted with such anguish, it made Obi-Wan pause.

"Stop!" He heard Anakin shout, as if begging some unknown entity, "Enough-"

Hearing this made Obi-Wan's heart clench painfully seeing his former apprentice so full of pain, suffering.

About to call him again, Anakin surprised him once again by tearing through the crowds to jump off the sidewalk into the sea of air traffic to force knows where, yet it was so Anakin-like Obi-Wan didn't know whether it feel surprised or not by this action.

Jogging to the side, he looked down where Anakin had descended to see any trace of the man itself, but he had lost him.

Blast it! Obi-Wan cursed inwardly. Catching his breath, he dragged his hand tiredly down his face to come to rest as his beard, thinking what to do next.

All of a sudden, he heard someone call his name. Turning around, he was surprised yet again by the sight of the senator.

"Senator? what are you doing here?"

Stopping to the side of him, Padme took a moment to compose herself before speaking, "I was concerned by the way knight Skywalker had taken off, so I came to check if everything was alright?"

Obi-Wan waited for the senator to elaborate but when she didn't he didn't press. He knew there was more as well as with her "concern" over Anakin, yet now was not the time to ponder over something like this. He needed to find Anakin and fix this situation. And fast.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Anakin, that's what," he said as Padme's gaze followed his when he looked at the direction Anakin had jumped.

The wind blew hazardously around Anakin as he fell story after story, matching his emotions and thoughts.

In the cacophony of the air traffic, speeders veered to the side to avoid collision of the falling man. One was not so lucky.

Landing hard on the dull blue vehicle, the elder man was shocked when he heard a resounding thud on the roof of his speeder, only to panic when a man slid down to the front.

What in the name of-the man thought as he slammed his foot against the breaks sending the unknown man flying in the air.

Anakin had lost his hold on his unsteady grip on the speeder and went tumbling down only to drop onto another one.

This was a really stupid idea...Anakin thought as he clenched his teeth as pain shot through his right shoulder as it collided with the vehicle.

This driver was not as forgiving as the other as he started to curse at Anakin in surprise then steer his speeder erratically left and right to rid himself of the unwanted passenger.

Anakin held on for his dear life as he swung wildly to the sides.

Exasperation filled the jedi knight as the driver was relentless in his mission to get Anakin off his ride. Grabbing his lightsaber with his free hand, Anakin activated the azure weapon and plunged it into the roof of the vehicle, stopping the frightened man at once.

Through the hole of the roof, Anakin only needed to say one word for the man to obey.

"Down," the jedi barked and the man could only do as ordered for fear of his life.

Steering carefully, the driver of the speeder's eyes quickly roamed the area for a safe place to park. Finding one suitable, he stared to move the vehicle in the direction.

Weary of the unwanted passenger on top of his speeder, the man looked up through the small hole to seek approval, but was only greeted by a menacing glare.

Panic flared in the man as he accidentally flinched in movement, his left leg banging against the steering wheel causing the vehicle to unintentionally take a nose dive.

Taken by surprise, Anakin had lost his holding and was once again falling, only to drop into a dark, filthy, abandoned alleyway, crashing on top of an old dumpster.

A few seconds had passed before he had made any attempt to move. Anakin hissed in pain as he gingerly got up, inspecting to see if any serious damage had been dealt. Seeing none, he could only feel the ache on his back with the fall he had taken. Turning his head, he could see the man that he had ordered to land manage to get in control and was speeding off into the unknown.

"Useless.." Anakin muttered standing on his feet.

Looking at his surroundings, he noted that it wasn't much to look at. It was like any old alleyway where gangs preyed on unfortunate being that dared enter, those who had given up on life lurked, and in most cases, his kind.

The ones that crashed down for force knows what reasons because of their stupidity. He could think of Obi-Wan looking at his in amused defeat giving one of his famous lectures about how he acted first then thought later.

Given the circumstance though, he really couldn't have though any more, least his head explode from the pain and regret of it all.

Anakin couldn't even muster enough strength to be angry at himself for having thought of Obi-Wan.

Slowly walking out of the alleyway, he looked around. There was little to no one in sight and that was just fine by him. The less people the better. He didn't have anywhere in particular to go. The only two homes that he seemed to once upon a time care for were no longer an available option.

One was the jedi temple. A place he felt regret and hatred equally.

The other was in 500 Republica, or more like the person that resided in there. But he did not deserve her, he didn't belong there anymore. Not now...not ever. There wasn't anywhere to go so he did the only thing he could at the moment, he started to walk , and walk he did.

While jumping into a mass of ships and speeders wasn't the smartest decision, it did help Anakin gain some stability on his fragile state of mind.

Now instead of the constant regret and self-pity that had, moments before, attacked him viciously like deadly serpents, his mind was only numb void that was forming a headache not far behind.

He did not know how long he had been walking. For all he knew, it could have been minutes or hours, maybe even days. Anakin didn't know, nor did he particularly care.

He just continued to walk even as he heard the warning rumbles of thunder in the distance, or the light feathery fall of raindrops that kissed his face as it steadily got heavier.

Nothing mattered.

He was empty.

Anakin actually paused his step as he thought of how he looked right now. Drenched, alone, miserable, he couldn't help but feel that he deserved the title of "pathetic life-form" that Obi-Wan had once graced him with when they had first met.

Spotting an abandoned crate, he carefully set himself down, pulling his hood up higher to try to cover himself more.

What do I do now he thought absently.

It had all seemed so easy at first.

Come back to the past, kill Palpatine and prevent the death of his beloved so he could love and cherish her for the rest of his life.

Instead he couldn't do the things he had wanted. Prevented from taking his rightfully earned revenge, he was forced to stand by the side and act of nothing had ever happened. And so what if it hadn't yet!

He knew what had happened. He was there! He was the one who had suffered and no one was there to help! And now they all come to him, pleading Anakin to tell them what was wrong, what he needed help in.

His problem was them!

And then there was the subject of his wife.

Padme may have not known anything that had led him to be the way he was, but that was still no excuse for him to go up to her and act as if nothing had passed between them.

How could he when all he could see after his long awaited reunion was her tear-stained face that looked upon him in fear. In betrayal.

This was not the way he pictured anything happening, but lo and behold, nothing had ever worked out in his favor. When did it ever?

Even if he did kill Palpatine and ever was just fine and dandy, it would not be. Nothing would change.

he wouldn't be able to go back to living his old life. Everyone he loved and trusted were all his enemies or he just couldn't be with them any longer.

There was no point in him coming back to the past.

Anakin right then and there wanted to cry. He wanted the hot, angry hurtful tears burn an angry path down his face. But all he did was bite his lip and refuse to give in to the heavy urge.

He would not show weakness. Not even if he was in no one's presence.

The least he could do was save what was left of his failing pride.

Humming a tuneless melody, the large Besalisk had a bounce in his step from the pleasant day he was having; not even the rain could disrupt it.

Just having bought new ingredients for his recipes, Dex made his way back to his diner. Along the way he took notice of a lone figure, sitting by itself in the rain, head bowed in a look a defeat.

Dex stopped in his tracks as he felt sorry for the poor creature. What appeared to be a man had the same sign of loss that once upon a time Hermione had. Now she was a cheerful, loyal friend and employee at his diner. Feeling his heart go out to the poor soul Dex approached the man.

"Hey, sonny, what seem to be the matter?" Dex asked gently.

It took a while before Anakin realized that someone was speaking to him as he was so lost in his musings.

Looking up slowly he was surprised to see a friend from the past.

"Dex," he stated.

Recognition lit in the great Besalisk's face as he took in the features of the young man.

"Anakin! Now, whatcha doin' out 'ere in the rain."

Good question Anakin thought to himself.

"I..." realizing that he didn't know what to say, he only replied with the truth, "I don't know."

The young man looked like all hope was lost, his eyes had the look of death upon them as his spirit. Where was the confident, cocky man Dex knew. This man before him looked to be a shell of said man.

Coming to a decision Dex bent down on one knee and said, "C'mon, let's go."

Confusion met the Baselisk's eyes. Standing to his full height, Dex repeated once more, "C'mon, son, let's get you outta the rain."

The young man hesitated, but then complied. After all, where else could he go?

Following the burly alien, Anakin was led to the small diner he had once frequented with Obi-Wan.

Opening the door with gusto, Dex bellowed out, " 'ermione! I'm back. Look whose 'ere."

Coming out of the kitchen carrying a tray full of orders, Hermione appeared and her eyes lit up as did her smile.

"Well hey there champ! Long time no see. I was beginning to wonder if you got tired of us common folk and enjoying the high life," she said jokingly.

Normally in the past, Anakin would have happily bantered with the waitress but now, he didn't share an ounce of her exuberance.

Glancing questioningly at Dex, Hermione raised her eyebrow in question but the baselisk just shook his head 'no'.

Gesturing Anakin to take a seat in a booth, Dex called to the waitress," 'ermione, can you fetch the young man something to drink. Something hot would be nice, he's been out in the rain for awhile."

"Sure thing, Dex." and she was gone and back again with a steaming cup of caff.

"Here you go," Hermione said as she placed the warm drink in front of Anakin.

The jedi wasn't paying attention as he was lost in his own world. The waitress looked at Dex again, but he shrugged and waved her off.

"Anakin," Dex tried to gain the man's attention. One of his big, beefy arms pushed the drink towards the jedi.

Changing his focus to the Baselisk, Anakin finally noticed the drink.

Silently dragging the cup to himself, Anakin mumbled a thanks as stared at the steaming cup before bringing it to his lips. Sipping slowly, Anakin relished the hot liquid's soothing path down his throat. It was then that he noticed just how thirsty and hungry he was.

When was the last time he had actually had a decent drink or meal?

With renewed vigor, Anakin drain the cup before wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his cloak.

Once he was done, a plate of food was set before him. looking up, Anakin saw Hermione give him a warm smile and a wink before sauntering off to go take someone else's orders.

"I never-"

"It's on the house," said Dex, "ya look like you need one. When's the last time ya had a decent meal.?"

Fifteen years, but he didn't reply. Instead he nodded his thanks and went to work on his meal.

With the first bite, his mouth was in heaven. Rich flavors was bursting in his tongue as he all but devoured his meal. It had been so long since he had had a decent meal. His sith life was lived as a machine while the few days that he had been back in the past, he was given ration bars. True they were a good source of nutrition and vitamins, just what was required for a soldier; too bad he couldn't say the same in terms of taste.

Dex really knows how to make a good nerf steak Anakin though absently.

As he was finishing the last of his meal, Dex decided to approach the young man again.

What were ya doin' all by yourself in the rain? Ain't Obi-Wan wit'cha?"

Anakin shook his head slightly.

"are ya doin' jedi business right now?"

Again his response was a shake of the head.

"Why aren't 'cha home then?"

At this Anakin's emotionless mask cracked a bit as a look of sadness swept over. "I don't...have a home. I don't have anywhere to go to."

Sympathy washed the old Baselisk as he leaned back in his seat. "What's troublin' ya, son?"

The young man did not reply at first but then asked so softly.

"Have you ever done something you've regretted, then pretended that it never happened?"

Dex gave a hearty laugh, "Oh, there are many things I have done in my time, some good, some fun, and some, not so glamorous. Did I regret anything," the alien lifted his head in thought, one of his hands tapping at his chin. 'Yes, I have. Did I pretend that it never happened, again, yes I have."

"What did you do? How could you live with it?"

A sad smile graced Dex's face. " I accept what I've done, then I move on."

"How?" Anakin all but pleaded. Dex could see the strain on the young man. The war was taking its toll on the 'Hero with No Fear'. Anakin was barely an adult and yet, the responsibility placed in his shoulders was destroying him.

"Ya can't hide from the mistakes or action you've done. Ya learn from them, the make sure they never happen again. Ya forgive yourself."

Anakin took the time to let the words sink in. "Wait if we can't?" he whispered.

"Ya can and ya will. You're a strong kid, Anakin."

"But what've I did something that can never be forgiven; that no one will forgive? Then what?"

Dex contemplated the jedi's words for a moment then replied, "ya know, there's this sayin' that states 'sometimes the best become the worst out of good intentions', and I believe that you may be one if your problem troubles you so much."

The words took their time to sink in Anakin's head. It was somewhat true about the saying. He only wanted the best for those he loved and cherished, but look where he ended because of it. The saying was too close to home for Anakin's liking .

"I...see" was all the young man said.

Dex nodded, "ya think things through and I'm sure you'll find an answer."

Nodding in acknowledgment, Anakin stood up and thanked the baselisk. "Thanks for...everything," he said flailing his arms to gesture about the meal and advice.

"No problem. Good 'ol Dex 'ere had the pleasure of feeding an empty stomach. Come back again if ya need anything else."

Anakin thanked the alien again, but this time, with as much sincerity as he could muster, "Thank you, Dex."

He then existed the diner and headed out.

He didn't know why he was here. By right, he shouldn't be anywhere near here, but he couldn't. He was too weak to ignore the pull that called him to this very place.

Anakin stood in the shadows as he watched his beloved slumber. She was restless as she tossed and turned in her sleep.

Anakin wanted nothing more than to comfort her, but her dared not touch her. Not with his blood soaked hands. The hands that claimed life, her life.

Suddenly, Padme's tossing and turning ceased as she found what she was supposedly looking for. A small smile graced her lips as she murmured, "Anakin," with a soft sigh.

Anakin froze in the spot where he was standing.

Does she know I'm here? How? When? he thought frantically but peered at her sleeping form to see that she was only dreaming.

With that knowledge, Anakin's heart ached for her. But he couldn't, he just couldn't.

Walking carefully closer to his wife, Anakin couldn't help but look down at her in love. Although he had hurt her and didn't deserve her, he still loved her deeply.

Trying hard to stifle the weary sigh, Anakin backtracked out of the room, but not before accidentally banging his foot against the vanity table, successfully stubbing his toes through his boots.

Inwardly cursing, Anakin couldn't help but think back to the time when the very same thing had occurred to him. He had come back to her after a grueling two months out in the outer rim and wanted to surprise his sleeping wife. Even with all his jedi abilities and battle experience, he still managed to miss the leg of the table and stub his toe causing him to unintentionally curse out loud, thus waking his wife. Oh, how she had laughed at his carelessness.

Now was no different.

Jolting up into a sitting position, Padme scanned the room and caught Anakin red-handed. Even in the dark he could see her raise an eyebrow in amusement as she chuckled at him.

He was about to bolt out of the room but he eyes seemed to have cast a spell on him making his feet stay firmly put.

"Ani!" she said with so much joy in her voice.

Padme started to get up from her bed, but as she approached him, he only back away.

"Ani?" she asked. Confusion and hurt could be found in her voice.

Anakin wanted to say something, anything, but his mouth remain stubbornly shut and his mind void of what to say.

But it was his angel that spoke first, and surprise him she did, "I'm sorry," she said.

Sorry? Sorry for what? What could she have possibly have done to be sorry for?

As if reading his mind Padme spoke out, "Today I heard of yours and Obi-Wan's arrival, but I chose to continue working instead of trying to find you." Looking guiltily at her she continued in a soft voice, "I chose duty over us, again. I'm sorry." Looking up she asked him "I know we always fight and I always say that duty is important, it's not true, I swear. Are you mad at me? Is that why you left so suddenly?"

"No!" he roared.

Taken back by the intensity of his reply, Padme looked stunned by his outburst.

Seeing how his angel reacted, he tried again with more control.

"No, never. I just...I had other things in my mind."

"Oh," was her only reply.

He couldn't stay. "I-I have to go" he said as he pivoted on his foot to the direction out of the room.

"Leave? But you just got here. Stay with me, please," she begged with pleading eyes.

He found it hard to move and just like that, with one word, she had somehow rendered him incapable of leaving her.

"Ani," his name was spoken with love and adoration. "Come to bed with me."

He crumbled right then.

"I can't!" he screamed.

"Ani-"

"No! I can't! I-I.."

Padme moved closer to her distraught husband in order to comfort him but he did something that she never would have thought he would do to her.

he force pushed her back to the bed. It was not violent, but more of a gentle push, but he had never done something like that to her, at least not when they weren't in danger.

Realizing his actions, Anakin felt guilt once more wash upon his broken soul.

"I...I'm so sorry. I-" Anakin choked on the words. The look on his angel's face was enough to make him want nothing more than death. Her eyes looked at him in shock and hurt.

Even now he was still able to hurt her. It was always him. He was the shadow that hid her light; the monster that lurked in the dark. Angels didn't deserve to be cast to the side. They were meant to be worshipped, to shine their radiance brighter than any other being. All he ever did was hold that back, hide it. How could she love him?

Something akin to determination was seen on padme's face as she walked up to her husband and cupped his face his her small hands.

Her touch made his knees weak.

"Anakin."

He refused to look at her for fear of what he would see. She tried again.

"Anakin, look at me."

This time he gave in and only saw love and acceptance in her chocolate eyes.

"Tell me what's wrong. Don't shut me out. Let me help you." Stroking his cheek absently she whispered words that he had long to hear in his dreams." I love you."

"I-you can't, " Anakin didn't notice the tears that trailed its path down his cheek. Finally the truth came bursting out, 'I don't deserve you!" he cried out.

"What?" Out of all the replies she was expecting, this was not one of them. "Where did that come from?"

"I don't deserve you. You-You could do so much better than me. Without me, you could live a life free of secrecy. Could love the whomever you choose and be happy. Instead...you choose me and now you live a life that isn't fulfilling, a love that isn't fulfilling." The tears flowed freely now as he continued on, least he loose his nerve and clamp up. " I was never good enough. I mean, Why should a beautiful queen want a lowly slave like me? You should have so much more, and yet I can give you nothing! All I do is hurt you! No matter what, I always do!"

Padme couldn't speak awhile after hearing his revelation. A million thoughts flew through her head, but none of them accepted or liked the idea of what her husband had said.

All the while, Anakin remained where he was rooted, sorrow rolling off him in waves.

This will not do Padme thought with determination.

She took his hand and led him to their bed and she sat down, tugging him to follow. Once he was reluctantly seated, she spoke. "Anakin, what nonsense are you talking about."

He was about to speak but she shut him up with a finger place on his lips. "Anakin," she began," The reason why I choose you is because I wanted no other. No one else will ever make me feel the same as you do or will ever make me as happy. I don't need priceless jewelry or gifts, you are more than enough. If I wanted any of those things, I would have just married any rich, greedy suitor that could care less about me nor I him. And who cares of what you once were. It doesn't change the man I see before me. You're a strong, honorable, gentle and loving man. I am proud to be your wife and will have it no other way." Then softly she caressed his cheek and leaned in to kiss his lips. Anakin stiffened, but she ignored him and pressed her sweet lips onto his then looked into his eyes. "You have my body, soul and heart, it belong to you and only you. Always."

Taking a shaky breath, "but you won't forgive me"

"Forgive you?"

Nodding he forced out, "I've done things. Horrible things. Things that you will never forgive me for. Things that you will...hate me...and never love me for. "

Padme's mind took her back to the time of the Tusken Raiders massacre.

Oh Ani, what did you do she thought sadly. Regardless of what he did, she would stick by him and she told him so.

"Anakin, no matter what happens, I will always love you, I won't hate you. I get angry at you at time, yes, but I will never hate you."

"Yes you will," he muttered in self-disgust. "I'm a monster."

Bringing his face to meet her eyes again she stroked the stubborn curls that covered his face to her. "You're not a monster. Monsters could care less of who they hurt, they don't share an ounce of regret or sympathy. Most of all they cannot love another. My love, those are exactly the things you do too much. Whatever you say isn't going to change anything. It looks like you're stuck with me," she said with a smile.

Hearing all this from her , feeling her love and warmth, it was what he needed. What he had craved for so long. The dam had broke and a flood of tears made their presence known as Anakin accepted the embrace of his wife. He held her tight as she soothed the broken man, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while stroking his head tenderly.

He was wrong. There was somewhere he was still accepted, love, and belonged.

He was home.

The reason why I did such a long chapter is that I underestimated the amount I needed to write to fit what I wanted in this bit. The other is that I'm going away on a home trip to Singapore for about a week, my now(kinda) weekly updates may be a bit late because I might either not have any wifi, or have the time to write; Though I will see if I can update as normal.

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