Summary: Anakin wished for so many things - all impossible...
Rating: K+
Genre: Angst? More like nostalgia, though...
Anakin lay on his bed, wishing and dreaming. He wished that Obi-Wan would come in to comfort him. He wished that the Council would put less pressure on him.
He wished so many impossible things.
And while he was at it, he wished he could see his mother. He wished he had had a father. He wished that someone here cared about him. He wished he had wings and could just fly away. He wished so much.
But here he was, in this place where wishes were thrown away and everyone subjected their will to a bunch of corrupt people who cared nothing about those under them. He didn't fit here - he couldn't fit here - it was too much pressure.
But even under all that pressure, all that heat, he still wished.
Wow. Short. But hey, it's a flash fiction, right? Also, please review!
