Thanx for the review!
You must excuse the last chapter's format… my comp flipped as I was saving it and I didn't have time to go back and fix it. This one should be better… I hope.
Well it took awhile… but inspiration finally hit. It's not as good as my normal writings but it'll hafta do since it fits in with the rest of the story plot. You'll see wat I mean later on. Well On to the next part…
Part III
You just want it all to stop…
Life falls apart like shattered glass and ever if it can be repaired, it will never be the same. Forever marked, scared by the deep gashes that broke it.
You're on the edge not about to look back. What the point? Of keeping on? What would it change?
Nothing.
Life would still go on, just as it always has. In the bitter damned life it is. What's the point in letting is out, if it is just going to build up again? All one can do is try to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Walking blindly.
And then you falter.
One can keep smiling and saying I'm just fine. Let a façade rule the darkness in you. But that too will fall eventually as well.
So many things that want to be said, but no. Just keep going. Keep smiling, let the façade live on.
You cannot do that anymore.
Life is just worthless.
That is all it is now…
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Dusk was but a breath away and the cold breezy night was already warming with the coming rays of the red and orange sunrise that painted the clear sky. Star slowly receded in the blackness of space and the planet began to stir with life in the first hours of the morning.
A trembling hand reached down and trailed down the fallen senators pale check. A low pain filled moan permitted from her bloody lips.
"Padmè?" Anakin's voice quivered at the site of his dieing wife.
Bruised eyebrows fluttered open. "Ani…" Her voice was soft and weak. "Leave. You weren't supposed to be here."
Silence filled the room and all the young man could hear was the staggered breathing of his love and his own steady heart beat in his ears. Ringing out like thunder on a stormy night.
"No… no you can't leave now. Not now Padme." He cradled her beaten form gently as her face paled. "Why?"
"Go." She reached up and wiped a tear from his cheek. "Go back Ani… go back to them. The light."
Shocked at the word just flown through the air Anakin sat back on his heals and blinked blindly. "No. I… I cannot." He shook his head.
A pained gasp brought Anakin back to reality. Padme's hand fell to her side as she gave him one last sorrowful look.
"I miss my old Ani…"
The air was sucked from the room as Anakin felt her soul ripped from his presents.
Padme was dead.
"No!" He bellowed in rage. Sobs racked his body as he held his wife's limp form. "No…"
Tears fell to the ground cold. His blood turned icy and fire flamed in the Ex-Jedi's eyes.
Vengeance would be his.
Standing up Anakin stood up and looked around at the climbing sun. Anger boiled his soul, but one last breath haunted his mind.
'My old Ani…'
TBC…
Sooo yea mush, I kno not a lot of ppls favorite stuff, but I promise it wont come again! But wat u think? Decent… sorta? Till Later~
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