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Each Night
Each night he slid off the cool black helmet, closed inside the special chamber. Each night he closed his eyes, thinking evil thoughts, who to kill, where to finally smash the pathetic rebellion, etc., etc.
Each night in his dreams he awoke to a different life. A life of the past. For each night the ocean of evil that flooded his mind and soul receded.
And in his dream he awoke in his chamber back in the temple, still twenty years old. He was not yet a knight but already a man with a beautiful wife. He felt safe and warm as he sat up in the bed bathed in soft moonlight. He got up and slid on a soft cotton robe and walked across the hallway to Obi-Wan's room. For some reason he just wanted to look at him. So he sat there beside his sleeping master, watching his chest rise and fall and his eyes moving ever so slightly behind the thin lids. He didn't notice that he had wrapped his hand tightly around his master's callused one. He did notice the warm tears sliding down his face. He wiped them away and ran from the room. He felt a suffocating sadness lean upon his chest.
He left the Temple and climbed into his speeder. Taking a deep breath before he turned out into Coruscant's bustling traffic. It was difficult finding a spot at the Senatorial Apartments. After he was finally inside, standing before her door, he began to feel better and when the door slid open and she stood there looking both confused and radiant he had to smile. He stepped inside and his spirit was instantly wrapped in love. Her soft wavy hair, her dark eyes, the hint of her sweet perfume hanging in the air. He wanted nothing from her tonight, only her presence, to feel her beside him. They got in bed and Padme rested her head over his softly beating heart. He ran his hands through her hair and smiled as they slowly slipped into sleep.
Each night he dreamt this dream of visiting his master and falling asleep beside the love of his life. Each morning he awoke alone. Each morning he cried as the helmet, wrapping him in evil, clicked shut.
And each day he regretted what he had done.