They had told Padme to get a night's rest and that the next day they would follow out with the negotiation. She actually felt at peace with herself. She knew that whatever happened, it would be a win-win situation on her part, because if he killed her, then that meant he no longer loved her and Padme knew she would've killed herself anyway. She knew she couldn't live without him. And if he didn't kill her and professed that he still loved her, then he would have to come back to the Light side and everything would be right again. The second one sounded a bit cliché, but, who knew what would happen. Love makes people due funny things.

She started thinking about the good times she had with Ani. It helped her believe that he could change. She remembered one night in Naboo. It was raining. There wasn't a bit of sunshine in the sky, no happiness radiating from the animals, but somehow, it couldn't have been more romantic. It was beautiful. She was crying because her father Ryoo had just passed onto the Force, and she needed to be away from everything. She was sitting in the middle of an open field, thinking how the scenery just seemed to make things worse. She felt like killing herself. Then he came.

He was holding a single rose and handed it to her. Padme smiled. No words were passed but every meaning was as clear as if they were spoken out loud. He held her so close that from a distance they would've just seemed as one. That's how they felt. Padme snuggled in the crook of his neck, closed her eyes, and let a sigh of relief. She let her troubles go because she knew Anakin would always be there for her. He would hold the troubles of the world for her if she asked. Because she knew he loved her. "Thank you…" she whispered. He just kissed the top of her head in response. It was wonderful.

"But where the hell was he!" now she thought angrily.

Padme picked up a glass vase filled with roses on her desk. She threw it with all her might at the opposing wall. She wasn't satisfied with the loud shattering noise it made.

"WHERE ARE YOU! ANAKIN I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME.! YOU FUCKING PROMISED ME YOU WOULD ALWAYS BE TEHRE FOR ME, THAT YOU WOULD FUCKING NEVER CAUSE ME ANY PAIN! BUT WHERE ARE YOU NOW!"

She grabbed the sharp end of the broken vase and slashed at herself. "I hate you…" she whispered through clenched teeth, her tears stinging her skin. "I hate you!"

But she wasn't talking about Anakin. She was talking about herself.

Author: VERY short chapter...ah. sorry.