Authors note: hey guys! Thanks for staying with me dispite the short chapters. This one is longer. dont worry. also, this includes suicide, as usual it is italic and bolded.

Chapter Nine: Obi Wan's per.

Obi Wan stayed there, frozen, half sitting, half standing. He had read, or rather heard Anakin's thoughts right before, he did it.

'Do it. It's not like you can hurt him anymore. It's not like your life has any meaning.'

'Master… It sounds like you…'

Then he got up and ran, through the window, and crashed through it, plummeting about 8 Stories down.

Pressing his head against the railing, Obi Wan saw the body of his former padawan. Blood oozed from his Body. and he was kinda… flat.

"Anakin…" He whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks.

……

"Anakin Skywalker is dead then?" Asked Mace, after Obi Wan's report on the day.

"Yes." Obi Wan whispered, unwilling to look Mace in the eye.

Do you know why Young Skywalker decided to do such a thing?"

"Yes," said Obi Wan, sadly "Well, I have a guess. Nothing more."

Mace put his fingers together. "Let's hear it then."

……

Obi Wan returned home that night, exhausted, hurting on the inside, and with a searing headache. He glanced over at the fridge trying to decide if he wanted something to eat.

Anakin.

He decided to lay down and get some rest.

Anakin.

He went over to grab pajamas.

Anakin.

He nestled into bed.

Anakin.

He started to drift off.

Anakin.

And, surprise, surprise, he dreamt of-

Anakin.

He woke up the next morning, and started crying over-

Anakin.

He ate breakfast.

Anakin.

It was like an itch that he couldn't reach. Or a sore that never went away. No, neither of those were right… It was a burn that had made a blister years ago and never stopped throbbed.

Burns…

Anakin.

He made his way outside to the landing platform.

Anakin.

He arrived at the temple.

Anakin.

He walked into the counsel chambers.

Anakin.

He sat down.

Anakin.

It was like a hole inside her heart, withering and screaming, shrieking to be released. To cry. To have a breakdown. To die.

All those years of Jedi training, all those years of learning to let go of his emotions, and he had failed. Sobbs escaped him. And he withered, curling up into a ball, making himself as tiny as possible.

"Kenobi, I must say, I am surprised to see you like this."

Obi Wan looked up. It was Mace. Sniffing, he lied, "I'm fine… just allergies."

"Ah. I see. What might it be you are allergic to? I saw no allergies on your record."

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