Title: Perfect flaws - part 3

Disclaimer: Star Wars does not belong to me.

Timeframe: During A New Hope

Summary: Anakin Skywalker wrote a letter to his master ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear master,

I'm so sorry, master, that I killed you today. Or rather he did..but actually the distinction between him and I is slowly fading.and I'm not sure whether are we different in the first place or not. But you knew you had to die long ago right, that your life ended the second mine did, and we both lived, linger on for only duty. I wonder where you are now, are you in a happier place? Are you with Master Qui-Gon, with Healer Bant or even my mother? Are you disappointed in me still? I wish to tell you that I'm so sorry, for the ways things turned out like this, for not living up to your expectations.

Master, seeing you again, makes me feel things that I have not felt for many years. Joy, sorrow, regret, and even anger. Yes, master, I'm angry with you. Even though I have no right, even though I understand your point of view, but I cannot help but feel angry with you today. For your sacrifice.

Because you want my son to kill me. You made my son hate me by letting me kill you.

Do you hate me so much? My master, do you really hate me so much that you will not even raise your own saber, but instead teach my son to commit patricide? Am I so unworthy now of even your time..for you to even turn my last kin against me?

Truly I must have deserved it. For otherwise how could you bear to do such a thing to anyone else when your heart is so gentle and kind. Even now, I wept deep within my soul. He does not know who that young blond man is, but I do. I know him the moment I saw him through his eyes. And I cried, in hope and joy and in pain and sorrow. A silent cry that goes unheard.

But now, I am only a phantom. An illusion. Very soon, I will be no more.

Master, seeing you again brings me joy. To know that you are still alive, existing somewhere, comforts me. To hear your voice again, brings back memories of times that we shared. Years of joy and sorrow. Even the happiest memory cuts me now, sharper than any blade, far more painful than any other wound. Sometimes, I rather I did not remember, did not remember your smile, your voice, your words and your look of betrayal. Because memories are all I have of you now, and memories hurts.

Do you still miss me? Or have you given up hope on me already? Once you start down the dark path, forever it will dominate your destiny. Did you once smile when remembering me? I only hope I can bring you a bit of happiness even during these dark times as you remember me. But maybe it is just my own wishful thinking and no amount of atonement can wash away the stain in my soul and what is torn can never be mend again.

Master, will I see you again? Will I touch you again? Or will I be render asunder from you forever? Did you love me once? Or am I just a duty to you? A remainder from Master Qui-Gon? Please, master, tell everyone for me that I am sorry. But I do not think I will ever see you again. Because I belong to the Force, and I will return to be with the Force once I die, and my consciousness will disappear forever. Or at least that is what I think. So master, do you still remember me? Because memories may be all that we shared now. No more, no less.

I miss you master. Please take care of yourself.

Anakin Skywalker

The end

Author notes: Thanks for reviewing Darth Flirt. Sorry if my story seems similar to yours, I did not meant it this way. It's written on a spur of moment.so forgive any mistakes pelase.

English is not my first language, dear readers, so please forgive my mistakes.

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