When Living Is Without You.
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It had been seven months now since Padme Amidala had laid eyes on the man she loved. Padme gazed out into the stars of the Coruscant skies, thinking of only one man. Anakin Skywalker. Just a few days before their private wedding ceremony, her husband was unwillingly selected for a mission with his master, the honorable Obi-Wan Kenobi, regarding the separatists, and the never ending talk of war. Now, months later, she had not heard a word uttered from his lips, or anyone else's for that matter on the where bouts of her lover. Standing on the balcony of her spacious apartment, in a long, blue night gown, and a soft cream robe, she began wondering if he was ever coming back. He promised. Was all she could focus on. The words he'd spoken to her the night of their engagement, "I promise, I will come back to you". The soft, soothing words ran through her mind countless times, until thinking of his voice brought her to tears. "Ani…"she whimpered to the cool, evening air. She brought herself to the soft chair located in the corner, reaching over slightly to wrap Anakin's dark, brown Jedi robe around her body, letting the stress, and the exhaustion pull her into the night she was so desperately trying to forget.
"Anakin are you insane!" Obi Wan yelled at his new Mastered apprentice. "Master I'm just trying to do what you told me…" "THIS IS WHAT I TOLD YOU TO DO!" Obi Wan shouted, and still sounded like he was giving a lecture at the same time. Anakin simply rolled his eyes, and continued driving the speeder through the skies of Coruscant. "I'm sorry master, I am trying, plus, I forget that you do not like to fly…" "That's not the point. What you're doing is suicide!". Obi-wan felt Anakin's excitement through the force, and wondered if he even dared to ask. "I have a meeting with the Senator of Naboo when we arrive at the tower; you're going to have to deal with the politicians this time". A meeting? Obi-Wan pondered at the idea of his apprentice attending a meeting that he himself was not informed of. "Do I not get an invite?" "It's strictly regarding the security of Senator Amidala, and she has requested me in her presence". Obi Wan nodded as if he had entirely understood the situation, when really, he was only focusing on one thing. Landing the damn speeder before Anakin had killed them both. Anakin slowly brought the speeder into the landing bay of the Jedi Temple, checking his robes to make sure his light-saber was still at his side, as he had lost it quite a few times during the mission. "If you'll excuse me master…" Anakin wasn't even able to finish his sentence. "Of course. I'll see you later at the briefing". Obi-wan nodded and turned, starting conversation immediately with Master Yoda, Master Windu, and the Chancellor. Anakin immediately brought his thoughts back into focus. Now, where is she…?
"Miss Padme, it would be most appropriate for you to…" Padme was certainly not in the mood for C-3PO's antics on how or what she should be doing at the moment. "3PO it's alright, please, have the afternoon off, I'm not in need of you at the moment." "Very well, Miss Padme". Padme was wearing a soft, lightly colored yellow dress, taking quite an adventurous dip down to her lower back. Soft shades of pink, cream, and lavender accented the edges of the gown. If only Anakin could see her. She left her apartment, leading herself into the elevator at the end of the long corridor. Images of Anakin flooded her very thoughts, once again, and she couldn't handle it as she thought she might be able to. She turned her back to the opening of the elevator doors, hiding the tears to any stranger whom might be joining her. Bringing her hands up to her eyes, she let her tears flow, thinking the worst. What if he's dead? The doors of the elevator slid open on the 16th floor, and someone had joined her. Clearly Padme had not noticed the elevator stop, because she continued to weep under the eyes of her intruder.
Anakin was shocked. His love, was in the elevators of the Jedi temple, weeping? This was not the Padme Amidala he knew, and he certainly wasn't going to allow anyone to hurt her in such a way where she would be forced to express such an emotion. "My Lady, am I interrupting?". Padme gasped, however she didn't turn around. Afraid that the stranger might see her tears. She shook her head, her back still turned to the man she loved. Still not aware of whom was speaking to her, Anakin lowered his lips to her ear. "My Love…please don't turn away from me". Padme immediately turned to face her stranger. Her eyes filling with tears, only this time they were tears of joy. She thrust herself into his arms, and buried her face into his chest. "Easy…my love it's ok, I'm alright…" He whispered soft, soothing words to her, as he ran his hands through her hair, and than brought them to her face. He lifted her chin, so that she could look straight into his eyes. "I've caused you so….so much pain my love, please forgive me". He kissed her eyelids, desperately wanting her tears to stop. Had she not known how much he'd missed her while he had been fighting for his life? He stepped back slightly, only enough so that he could speak to her. "Padme, every night that I was away from you, I was thinking about you, only you. I've…" Padme directed her attention from his eyes, to his shoulders. "Padme?". She shifted his robes slightly to the left, baring his shoulder. "You're…you're hurt". How did she know? "It's a scratch my love…just a scar", he assured her. She shrugged her shoulders, and gave him the "We'll discuss this later" look. He pulled her to his center, putting his arms around her. "And where were you off to my lady? Before I rudely interrupted you", "I was going to speak with the chancellor…about your where bouts, if…you were still alive. Anakin…there were whispers that you had been killed…" Her breath came short. "Padme I'm alright…I promise". He put her hand in his, and led her down the long corridor where she had come from, back into their apartment.