What had he done? He had destroyed the very thing in this universe that gave him happiness. Other than the presence of the Force in his life, Padmé was his only light in an often dreary world. But it had to be done. Their relationship had been impossible from the beginning. He knew it, and he believed she knew it as well. But he had to admit one thing. He was going to miss her terribly. No sense dwelling on it now. It was done and he had more important things to worry about. He would be leaving this system in two days on a very important assignment.
Obi-Wan glanced up from his bed to stare into the shadowed hallways leading to the sleeping chamber he shared with his padawan. Blast! Where is that boy?
Anakin entered the room just a few minutes later.
"Where have you been?"
"Meditating, master." He lied.
Obi-Wan had been aware that the Council had suggested that Anakin increase his Force meditation time in preparation for their separation. Gaining a measure of independence was a necessary step prior to being Knighted and Obi-Wan was proud to see that his apprentice had taken their advice and had increased his time spent in the meditation chambers.
He heard the slight creaking of the bed as Anakin laid himself upon it. "Master?"
"Yes padawan."
"I've been having these dreams lately."
"What about?"
"Senator Amidala."
Obi-Wan's breath caught in his throat. "Dreams pass."
"Not this one, Master. This latest one came to me during meditation. I believe it was a vision of the future."
"What did you see?" Obi-Wan was desperately fighting back the sickening bile that threatened to rise into his throat.
"We were walking together along a wooded path. We were holding hands and she leaned up to kiss me. And that's not all. I asked her to marry me and she said yes."
"Not all visions come to pass, my young padawan." The words were spoken more for his own comfort.
"Maybe not, but she did agree to have dinner with me this Friday."
Obi-Wan leaped up from his bed and quickly ran to the nearby lavatory, unable to hold back the sickening tide any longer.
Anakin lay fuming in his bed, not necessarily about the lies he had just told, or the fact that Padmé was not interested in him, but the fact that a skinny young servant girl had blackmailed him and gotten away with it. As he lay plotting his revenge, his mind was distracted by thoughts of when he could plan his next "meditation" session.
Padmé was awakened by the persistent and repeated chiming of her front door. She glanced up to the digital time image reflected onto the ceiling and noted it was 2 a.m. "Who in the world would be calling at this hour?"
Dormé answered the door, completely confident in who was on the other side. Her assumption was correct as she confronted a very upset and angry-appearing Jedi Knight. "Why come in, Master Kenobi."
Obi-Wan was somewhat surprised at her courteousness at this hour.
"I need to speak with Padmé."
"Of course. This way, please."
Padmé came padding into the room with her bare feet, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, squinting in the lighting of the room, wearing a lush blue satin full length negligee and matching robe. Her hair was disheveled from sleep and she looked absolutely beautiful.
Obi-Wan cast Dormé a warning look that she read quickly, excusing herself from their company.
"Obi-Wan? What are you doing?"
Never in his life had he felt such emotion boiling inside of him. He had always prided himself on maintaining his self control, but not this time. The words exploded from him before he could even consider their impact. "Is it true you are planning on seeing Anakin Skywalker after I leave?"
Obi-Wan was nearly shouting at her and his eyes were burning holes into her skin. She had never seen him like this. She didn't understand where this hostility was coming from and she knew that there was no truth to the question that he asked her, but it infuriated her that he barge into her home in the middle of the night and accuse her of something like this, after all that they had been through and shared.
"What does that matter to you?" She glared back at him. "We aren't seeing each other any more, remember?"
Obi-Wan sucked his upper lip into his mouth and chewed it out of frustration. She hadn't denied it. It must be true then. His voice was low and gruff when he spoke next and it caused Padmé to shudder.
"Fine. I'll be leaving in two days any way. I hope you two have a happy life together."
"Fine." She spat back at him.
And if hissing doors could slam, the exit of Obi-Wan Kenobi would have been heard throughout the entire city of Coruscant.
"How dare he…." Padmé muttered as she turned on her heel to go back to bed.
"Well…that didn't go very well." Dormé whispered from around the corner. Time for Plan D….E? Oh, who the hell cared. She had to get busy and she only had two days left.