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Say Goodbye

"Noooooooo!"Is all that escapes my lips as my hands clench and my knees bend in a mournful cry. Padme...she's gone...why...how? This is all Obi Won's fault. He turned her against me. She's...she's dead...no...I did it all...all to protect her. But it wasn't enough, she wouldn't listen...she didn't understand. She didn't understand the power, the power I've obtained from the dark side. She just didn't get it. But none of it matters now...nothing matters anymore, not without Padme...and what of our child? A boy? A girl? Alive? Dead? None of it matters. Oh Padme...my Padme, my love.

I have to see her! Maybe there is still hope...no...there is no hope. My Padme...my love...my...my life...it's gone...if...now that she's gone.

No

I have to see her! See her perfect face for the last time...the last time. Oh...Padme.

I throw my cloak over my new black suit, my body, and head for Padme, her grave.

It's raining. The rain is pattering on the glass that protects her perfect face from nature. I begin to choke. I reach one of my black, gloved hands out and touch the glass, her face. She's still so beautiful, her brown hair in ringlets. I run my hand, my new hand, over the wet glass. Tracing her every feature. So beautiful. I did everything I could but it wasn't enough. Why Padme? Why did you listen to Obi Won? Come back Padme, come back...Padme.

I look to her delicate yet strong hands. Clutched in them is a necklace...no...not...she never took it off. The necklace I made her...when I was nine...the necklace. Finally my sobs start to come and now...I'm crying. I sink to my knees, my hands still resting on the case.

Padme, please forgive me...please. My power though...I have the power to do all I want. There is nothing left for me except my power.

I get up and take one last long glance at Padme. Her beauty untouched by her death but the pain she died with still visible in her face.

I'm sorry Padme. I walk away.