Does anyone still remember me, or have I been inactive for too long?

*waves* Hi, you guys! So...my laptop is still broken. And I've started school. (Completed my first week. *sighs*) However, my new one is coming next week - it was originally supposed to come this week, but it got held up due to Labor Day Weekend and it was a bit slow on processing. *groans loudly* But anyways, that's what's been happening. Hopefully, by the time next week comes, I'll be back for reals. But...I finished this story this afternoon, after mostly just pacing around my room and re-thinking a lot of stuff in my life. But that's something else to rant about.

Enjoy!


Purple

To Ahsoka Tano, purple was the hardest color to find. It glinted in the sun for just a few seconds in metallic surfaces. It floated in a haze of smoke before disappearing forever. It lingered in the after light of a perfect sunset before surrendering to the dark of night. It briefly glimmered in the reflections of water before dimming away. It sparked quickly in a shriek of brakes. And up until now, Ahsoka always saw it as just that – a color that faded too quickly, a color that was there only for a brief moment before dissolving into something else.

It was just a color.

xXx

Ahsoka lingered on the bottom step of the Temple. She wasn't sure if her master – no, Anakin – would be looking down the steps. She wondered if she could possibly risk looking back; just to check if he was watching. Ahsoka held fast, her feet planted firmly on the last step. Just one more – one more, and then she'd be walking down the streets and ultimately leaving everything behind. Everything. All she's ever known – all she's ever seen or felt or heard.

One more step, and it's all over.

Ahsoka curled her fingers inward. She wanted this – she needed this. There was nothing keeping her from walking ahead.

There was once something Ahsoka had been told when she was younger – a little fact she overheard some troopers talking about on one of her runs down to the hangers. It was a vague, faint memory, but all Ahsoka could recall was that supposedly, in the last seven minutes of one's life, every single memory comes back, whether it was good or bad.

And though Ahsoka knew that the troopers had been talking specifically of death, she couldn't help but to feel that this was somehow the death of something old. Every memory came flashing back in quick little blinks – she was walking down the ramp of the cargo ship, her heart beating too quickly and loudly in her chest. She was sitting on the ground, turning to Anakin in surprise when he said he'd take her as Padawan. She was steering the ship to Master Plo's pod, not even minding that her master was screaming in protest. She was falling into Rex's arms, dimly aware of Senator Amidala crying out her name. She was grabbing Barriss' hand under the dim light of their light sabers. She was helping Mandalorian cadets stand up from the ground. She was running through the streets, looking for her stolen light saber. She was jumping up on Senator Amidala's bed, light saber activated and at the ready. She was tearing her hand away from Anakin's grip, pretending that she wasn't embarrassed by her less-than-stellar acting. She was trying hard to hold back tears as she gathered Master Kenobi's body in her arms. She was helping younglings build their first light sabers. She was smiling down at her master, jokingly saying that she had saved the day – again. She was walking around the ruined hangers, data pad in hand and frown on her face as she surveyed the damage around her. She was running away from troopers – people who she had called friends in the past. She was being pinned to the ground by Asajj, who had her lips drawn back into a smug smile. She was watching her master pace back and forth in front of her. She was getting her Padawan braid ripped away from her lekkus – she felt a sharp burst of pain and heat welling up behind her eyes, even though it had nothing to do with the braid. She was staring at Barriss being turned away from everyone – watching Barriss being led out of the room by Temple guards. She was standing in front of the Council, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. She was turning around to look at Anakin – trying not to focus on the shock in his eyes as he asked why, why, why –

She was still on the last step.

Ahsoka's heart flipped over in her chest. She squeezed her hands together again.

One more step, and it's all over.

Ahsoka lifted her foot. It hung over the ground for a second – and at first, Ahsoka almost worried that she wouldn't be able to do it – that she'd be racing back up the stairs, trying to act as though nothing happened. That she'd smile, and say, "Did you really think I'd do that?" That she'd pretend like none of this had ever bothered her in the first place.

But then her foot planted itself on the ground.

One more step, and it's all over.

The next foot came down on the ground, and Ahsoka was standing away from the steps now, her head spinning. A small breath – something that sounded between a gasp and a sigh – slipped out of her lips. Ahsoka's shoulders slowly relaxed, and she felt her hands unfurl from themselves. She lifted her head – stared at the lights around her, and then tilted her eyes up to the sky.

Purple.

Just in the after light – just about to fade forever.

Ahsoka took another step.

xXx

Purple was the color of endings.

It stayed with Ahsoka the longest.


A/N - I'm sorry. (I'm not. It's cloudy over here, and I had No One is Alone stuck in my head. Probably because my Chris Pine fangirl went crazy and I decided to watch Into the Woods last night. As far as musicals go, it was definitely one of the ones that were kind of...out there, but you can get a good theme from the story and honestly, I think it's a good movie to watch if you're feeling crummy or if it's a rainy day.)

I'm sorry for being inactive for so long - I promise things will get back to normal soon. Thank you for sticking around with this story - I really didn't mean to take so long, but again, hopefully things will get back into the groove!

Reviews are always great! Constructive criticism is okay, but flames are not!

Luv ya bunches,

katierosefun (aka Caroline) xx