Clouds
It was done. He was Padme's husband. After she first rejected him, then admitted she returned his love. She was his. Forever.
They married the day before, and he knew he was due back to Coruscant. He'd head off in two days, maybe three. He couldn't bring himself to leaving his Padme.
He crossed the main street of Theed, crowded at that time of day. He was so lost in thoughts about his beloved he almost run into a woman. He turned immediately, shouting an apology.
'I'm sorry!'
The woman turned and Anakin let out a silent gasp. He'd seen that face once, years, years ago, on Tatooine. Or maybe she was just very, very alike that woman? Grey piercing eyes looked at him for a moment, then the woman turned from him and walked away, without a word.
Anakin forgot about the incident. The resemblance had to be a coincidence, after all.
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But that evening, when he was lying next to his Padme, watching her in her sleep, he couldn't get rid of the thought he was a Jedi. He was a Jedi and what they'd done was against the Code. And, worst of all, it'd have to be a lie. They'd have to keep it secret even from Obi-Wan. Anakin found the thought uncomfortable. Maybe, if Obi-Wan knew, he could somehow persuade the Council… no, wait, that was stupid and naive. Obi-Wan would never be persuaded himself.
He heard raindrops knocking on the window glass, and let the sound lull him to sleep. He slept so sound he didn't hear the roll of the coming thunder, and the heavy rain that followed.
Author's note:
Ok, I know this chapter's very very short. But I can't stand Anakin. I simply can't. But he was an important part of the whole business.