I saw Star Wars III yesterday. It was lame at first glance (the screenplay was just terrible), but I love the plot. It's more dramatic when you just think of the plot, you know?

So anyway, I had this inspiration and again, I wrote from Padme's POV. This is just another random fluffy one-shot. I decided to add it to 'Waiting,' because that way I can make a sort of series of vignettes from the POV of various characters. I don't know. We'll see. Again, don't expect much. Just random fluff, titleless one-shot, impulse of inspiration.

Don't ask me; I won't answer. And not because I don't want to, but because there is nothing left to say. You told me once that you'd never forget, never turn against me. Where is that promise now? It is gone, like you are, like I am. There are no questions remaining. What was is past. What is does not matter. What shall be cannot be seen.

I can't explain this feeling. I want to cry, though there is nothing for me to weep over. There's something missing, some memory I had to its fullness a long time ago. There was a story I fell in love with, and it began to end happily. But it turned against me, and now I weep for some pointless reason. I'll get over it. It's just a story, just another foolish tale, another made-up fantasy. Yet can it not occur in any life? Can I not bear a fate, a doomed fate, like to the tale's?

Don't go. Stay awhile longer, so that I can feel your presence near. I need you now, I'll need you forever. But stay awhile, stay and let me weep to you.

We are heroes, trapped in this imaginary world of villains and foes. We are brave, unstoppable, immortal, and nothing in the world can hurt us now. We are the great, the rulers of all freedom, yet still our ends cannot complete. If life is joyous, death shall see to balance. If life is grief, then death shall ease our pain. It has been joy, and so the end comes as a tragedy. From here, there is nowhere to go. We can't run, can't hide from impeding fate.

Don't go. I need you. Stay, please stay.

We are timeless, endless heroes, lovers in the vast expanse of time. There is no turning back, no weeping away from what our destiny beholds. I only wish there had been more, more of that fleeting love, that true immortal hero that you were. Where have you gone? Why have you fled, when I need you most? Why must I ever weep when you do battle? Why must I stay and watch you fade away? I love you; you are my soul and essence. Why must you go? Why must I stay?

Don't go; I need you. I need to breathe, else I will die. And yet you turn, you leave without me. You love me? Then why do you leave? Screams, inaudible whispers of something I once knew.

Why am I forced to know you? I could have lived, I could have breathed. Why you? I would have been happy, faithful, true, just as I was to you. Yet you leave. You kill me. Don't lie; I can feel your burning gaze. There are tears on your cheeks. Don't cry. Don't be angry. It is too late now. The final breath is fading, the fantasy ending. Goodbye, dear love. Don't go.