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I won't cry for you.

I love you. You love me…at least, you did. I see you pacing, angry, muttering to yourself. It's not comforting. I know what you mean when you speak bad of the other Jedi. I see it deep within you…I try to ignore it.

It doesn't work.

And so I cry unshed tears.

You look at me with your eyes, but they're no longer filled with love. No longer filled with kindness, compassion, strength, determination; everything that made you, you. Now all I see is a coldness within you that is beginning to leak out. A coldness that will take over you too soon.

And when I see such emptiness, hate, and something else I cannot understand, I hide beneath our sheets, I hide away from you.

And so I cry unshed tears.

Every morning I see you leave to go to attend to business uknown to me. Everyday I pace the home, thoughts and worries taking over my mind. Nothing else can reach my thoughts except for the inevitable – you are leaving me. You are leaving us. You are leaving all that is good and pure in the world.

You are going to the dark side.

And so I cry unshed tears.

The truth is unbearable. I'm too afraid to speak up, too afraid the evil has consumed you so much already that you would kill me in an instant. I should believe in you more. That is my job, right? But I can't. I'm too afraid. Too afraid of my own husband, my own best friend. You worry me, you scare me, you make me a nervous wreck without even trying.

Do you find amusement in realizing someday you will try to take over? Do you realize the destruction you will be able to commit with such powers that have been granted to you? Do you not see what is to come of it?

You're breaking my heart.

And so I cry unshed tears.

I should be stronger. Stronger then I'm acting. Instead I decide to collapse on the bed and wash my worries away with asleep. But it doesn't work. Nothing works. Your end is what takes over my thoughts, my dreams, even while I'm doing other tasks. All I can think about is you, you disappearing.

But you have already disappeared, have you not? The only times I DO see you, it is not really you. It is an empty shell, with your looks and your voice, only to be replaced by something cold and evil on the inside. But I can't cry. I can't shed any tears on your behalf. That is admitting to myself I am weak, admitting to myself I can't handle it. But I can. I need to.

And so I cry unshed tears…

For you, Anakin. For you.