Anakin couldn't believe what he had done.

"Goood. Very good. You will do very well, my apprentice," said Sidious. "You have done well. You may retire."

"Yes master." said Vader.

He was numb.

What had he done? Had he just killed his wife? The one whom he vowed to save?

He couldn't believe it. Wasn't she the one who kept him going every day, kept him from killing? He hadn't killed anybody since he found out that she was alive. He knew that she wouldn't ever approve. He ruined everything. He had planned to take her back and overthrow Sidious. He had planned to restore the balance of the force, to fill out his duty as the chosen one.

And WHAT DID HE DO? He still couldn't take it in. He loved her. So much. He knew he did. Even when he striked her with his saber. But for some reason, there was so much hate building up in him, he didn't know where it was from. He wasn't supposed to kill her. He was so supposed to save her and kill Darth Sidious, not Padme. His love. His wife. What did he do…this wasn't the plan. He went back to his cell.

As he thought more about what he just encountered, realization set in. He killed his wife. He loved her. She loved him. She loved him a lot. And never stopped. Always did love him. She was sorry. But she didn't do anything.

"Padme!" he screamed.. "IM SO SORRY…IM SO SORRY…please forgive me!"

He held his head in his hands…and he cried. The famous Darth Vader, crying. But he wasn't Darth Vader. He was Anakin Skywalker. There was coldness absorbing his body. This wasn't new. He remembered her last words.

"Ani, I love you, please tell me you love me back."

Anakin felt this was the least he could do.

He whispered," padme I love you. With all my heart, with all my soul. You don't understand how much I love you. I would die for you. I'd do anything for you. Except look what I've done. I killed you and myself. Padme I miss you so much…I hate myself. I need you back….please. Come back to me….I need you."

A warmth touched his heart. It startled him. He had not felt it in so long. He hadn't felt it since he had padme. He looked up.

"Ani, I love you too. So much." It was Padme.

For some reason this whole occurance felt natural. Like it was fate and this was supposed to happen all along.

"Padme, please, forgive me. I'm so sorry for all that I've done."

Padme knelt down. She was bowing to him. Showing that she felt she wasn't even good enough for him to look him in the face. He couldn't believe her. She was so good.

"No Ani, this was my fault. I wasn't there for you. Forgive me. Please…" A

nakin couldn't take it anymore. He took off his helmet exposing his face. Even if it would kill him, he needed to kiss her. Even though he was scarred and deformed, to Padme, he never looked more handsome.

"Padme, I love you."

He kissed her with as much passion he could muster, forgetting all of his wrongdoings, because he knew Padme didn't care. She cared that he was back to the Anakin she knew, the one that loved her. The one she had married…

"Padme what am I going to do? I can't live anymore, I just want to leave this cruel world and be with you forever and always, with no more disturbances, no more evil and hate to get in our way. Just me and you, like we always wanted."

"No, my love. You must follow your destiny. You need to kill Darth Sidious." She kissed him one more time. "I'll always be with you, and I will always love you." With that she disappeared.

Anakin knew what he must do.