I know I haven't updated in awhile, but with no one reviewing, I lacked inspiration. I will only update if I get 5 reviews. If you get lucky, I will update with 3.
Anakin found himself standing in a completely white room with no way to get out.
"Ani." He swung around and saw his mother standing in front of him. She looked beaten.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Ani."
"What are you doing here? How do I get out?" His mother's expression was sad.
"Do you love her, Ani?" She was talking about Adana.
"Yes, mom, I do." He blushed a bit. It made his mother smile sadly.
"She's dying, Anakin." How could she say that?
"Don't say that. The healers said she would be fine."
"There is nothing they can do. She will die. It is inevitable."
"Yes, she will die eventually, but when she is an old woman in a nice, warm bed. She won't die in the hospital."
"Go to her. Be with her when the end comes." His mother disappeared in a cloud of mist.
"No!" He woke up. He was all sweaty and panting. He looked up at Adana's face. She looked so peaceful sleeping there.
"Just a dream." He muttered to himself.
"Are you alright?" He looked up and saw Healer Tyrannyce.
"I'm fine. I just had a bad dream."
"Would you like to talk about it?"
"Not right now." She looked hurt.
"All right." She walked away. He laid his head back on the bed and fell into another troubled sleep.
I know it's very short. Oh well.