Chapter 8
I woke up the next morning alone. I remember last night well. I was opening up to someone completely, I had never done that before. Plus, I wasn't hurting over Obi-Wan and Padme anymore. Maybe I wasn't really in love because I'm moving on so quickly, but it doesn't matter. I pulled on a thin robe over my silk gown, and walked out into the kitchen expecting to be alone.
"Good morning." A voice said.
"Obi-Wan!" I cried quickly. "What are you doing here?" I pulled my robe over the thin silk gown quickly.
"I was with Padme." He looked around, then started to correct himself. "Not with Padme, but I came over for breakfast and coffee, and----"
"I get it, just be quiet." I said, grabbing some toast. "Do you know where Anakin went?" I asked with a full mouth, spraying crumbs everywhere. Obi-Wan and I started laughing hysterically, forcing juice to come squirting out of his nose, causing us to laugh harder. Padme cam out, running a brush lightly through her thick curls.
"What's so funny?" She asked.
"Long story." I said.
"Obi-Wan, why is there juice dripping out of your nose?"
"I had a um... um... accident." He said, wiping his face with a napkin.
"Alright..." she mumbled, smiling at me. Any other time, I would have thought of it as a Ha-I-Got-Him-And-You-Didn't smile, but now, it seemed friendly. "Obi-Wan, can I please have some juice?"
"I'm going to look for Ani." I said, walking away to give then they're 'time'.
I found Anakin outside Chancellor Palpatine's office, pacing.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I like that gown on you." He said, stopping and admiring the long sleeved navy blue dress I was wearing. "And I like your hair that way too."
"Anakin, what's the matter."
"Nothing."
"Anakin, don't lie to me." I said gently.
"I'm not lying to you!" He snapped.
"Ani?" I asked, looking at him questioningly. "What's the matter?"
"Everything is wrong, everything!" Anakin cried. "I need him, I really do, but I can't go on knowing he's a Sith!"
"If Palpatine is a Sith, you need to tell the Council."
"I need him."
"Why? If he's evil, you don't need him. You need to stop him you need to kill him."
"You don't know what you're talking about!" He grabbed my arm where the cuts were, but not gently. I cried out in pain.
"Anakin, you're hurting me!" I cried.
"Don't tell me what to do!" He said, throwing down my arm.
"I'm sorry!" I said quietly. I felt like I was being abused again. But I loved Anakin, I really did. We had shared so many things, and he hurt me on purpose. "Ani."
"I won't lose you!" He yelled, so upset that his face was turning red. "I won't let my dreams come true."
"Please, Anakin, don't do this. This isn't, this isn't you."
He stormed off, leaving me alone and questioning.