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Yoda and Mace went to the landing platform to see Padme holding Anakin to her chest crying. He wasn't moving.
"He's...dead," Mace murmured.
Yoda nodded. They hurried forward. Yoda picked up Leia, who had been crying.
Mace knelt down next to Padme. He put a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her back, "Here, let me carry him."
Padme couldn't protest. She wiped her eyes and looked to where Yoda held Leia. She walked over and took her daughter from him. Leia was all Padme had left of her beloved.
"Come," Yoda told Padme. She nodded and followed, each step becoming more heavy. The past three days had mushed into one for Padme. All the Jedi that had been killed had been burned, even Kit Fisto, who's body was found in a back corridor. The Jedi had retrieved Obi-Wan's body, which had surprisly lasted the fall. He had also been burned. Yoda and Mace had told Padme that it was up to her what was done with Anakin. She knew that he wouldn't want a Jedi burning; he had told her once that it was too hot. She had told him he wouldn't feel it, but he had said his soul would. She knew Tatoonie was out of the question, so she chose Naboo. Anakin had loved Naboo. He would want to be buried near his son.
Anakin had just been buried not even an hour ago. Padme stood on the balcony where they had wed, holding Leia. She missed him so much! Not only had Leia lost her brother, but her father. Padme's knew that Anakin was taking care of Luke. She knew that one day she would join them. She knew that it wouldn't be soon. No, she had to stay here with Leia. Anakin would have wanted that. Padme found herself thinking about their relationship. She and Anakin's marriage had been difficult, but she would hold every stolen moment close to her heart until the end of her days. THE END
Wow, it's over. This story was just going to be some fluff before ROTS, but somehow, this happened. Thank you to all of my readers! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did.