Hello again! So, judging by the recent success of this story, I've decided to make it top priority as far as my fanfiction writing goes. So recently I've been hooked on The Hunger Games trilogy, which is written in the same tense and perspective as this one, and it's inspired me! I've been brainstorming the last couple of days while reading these books (as of when this is posted, I'll probably be either in the middle of or at the end of Mockingjay) and now it's time to put all my thoughts into a story. Also I'd like to mention that I'm in love with Attack on Titan. Armin is my cinnamon roll and I ship both Eren x Mikasa and Eren x Levi so yeah. I hope you enjoy this! Plus I'm publishing this on my phone so, if there are any mistakes, I'll be sure to fix them later.I'll see you at the ending author's note. Bai fam.


I wake up with the light streaming through the window of the hotel. I ache so badly, but it's not my muscles. I feel like my chest is throbbing, along with my temple. But why? I don't want to feel like this. There aren't supposed to be any feelings like this anymore - I've left the Jedi. I should feel free, not like this. I glance across the room into the bathroom. My clothes are on the floor from my shower last night. On the wrist of my glove is my comm. I stare at it, wanting to go pick it up so badly. I want to talk to someone - Anakin. I want him here with me, cracking witty jokes and winking, I want his fingers laced through mine like they always were. I want his smile, his perfect blue eyes, and I want his company, his laugh, his feeling - his sensation.

I haven't realized how much I miss him, as if I haven't seen him in years, when, in fact, I saw him yesterday. I left and I didn't even say goodbye.

I bolt for the comm. I throw on my entire outfit and lift my wrist close to my face. I want to talk to him, ask him to come to me. My fingers twitch for the button. Just one button, that's all it takes. But I can't bring myself to do it. I don't dare break it, though. I set it gracefully on the dresser, let it slip out of my fingers like the delicate thing it is - my only means of communication. This is the only way I'll ever talk to Anakin again. It's precious, priceless. Even if I could easily have it replaced as a Jedi, they're harder to get outside of the Jedi life, and that's precisely where I am. I'm an outsider, turned on and let go, but I feel like the latter better describes it than the former. But only because I can forgive.

I brush the thought aside as I head outside of my room for the elevator, not even caring if I look alright. Now that I think about it, there are probably dark circles under my eyes from that restless night I had. Surprisingly, there were no nightmares. But I had been plagued with memories - memories of Anakin. I can't seem to shake the thought of him from my mind, with the tears and the pain. And I could feel it, like he wanted to be open with how he felt. But it didn't hurt me, those feelings. Maybe that's because I'm cold and heartless, but I know for a fact that's not true. Maybe I care too much about my former master, and I don't want to destroy myself with these feelings of guilt that I'd harbor if I were to acknowledge his feelings. I can't take them to the heart, or I'll ultimately destroy myself. I'd drive myself to a depressing destruction, which I've temporarily done beforehand, and no one understood - except for Anakin. The rest of them showed me sympathy, but empathy was Anakin's contribution, and I'm grateful for both, really. I'd gotten my squadron killed and I was devastated. I'd convinced myself it was over, that I wouldn't pull through that time. And, as a bonus, I'd driven myself into a funk, wallowing in my misery. But Anakin had helped pull me out of it.

And no matter how much I want the regret of leaving him off my mind, I know that I'll never forget him. And part of me doesn't want to forget him. The other half I find inhumane. How could I? I know that you forget places, not people. When you're truly devoted to a person, you don't forget them. I may forget what the Jedi Temple looks like, or what Coruscant looks like, say I move away from it. But Anakin will never fade. And that's what confuses me.

I reach the lobby and pay for an extra two nights. I didn't realize how loaded with money I was, but at this rate, I'm going to run out fast. After the extra two nights have been booked, I go to the dining hall, as I've seen on the map. I grab some food and sit down at a table with nobody at it. Even if the room's not crowded, I still feel like there are too many people. I've solemnly resolved to keep to myself by this point, seeing as I seem to break everyone's heart that I know. But one thing still bothers me... What did I do to Barris to deserve what she did to me?

I was a good person! I didn't do anything to her! Why would she frame me? Now I realize one thing: people know my face from the media. There's probably not one person on Coruscant - maybe in the entire galaxy, even if my thoughts try to dissuade me of this - who doesn't know my face. My face as the girl who supposedly murdered Letta Turmond, was forced to be hunted down by her own master, fled the Jedi, and disappeared into the Underworld. The girl who, during her court sentence - which would've been death - was saved at the very last minute by her master, the same one whom had been forced to chase her. I now think of what it'd be like for Anakin if he'd been too late. What it'd be like for him to know I'd been killed, an innocent victim of wrong judgement. And I'm not lying to myself when I confirm that he'd be devastated. I tear up at the thought, but force the feelings aside so I can eat.

It's good food. I relish it; I haven't had anything good like this since before everything went berserk. Then my mind travels to Anakin once more, even if I'm focused on it doing the opposite. And it spites me. The urge to comm him crosses me again, and I don't know if it's a good idea.
style="font-family: '.SFUIText-Italic'; font-style: italic; font-size: 14pt;""Hey, Anakin, I know I just broke your heart yesterday, but I really need you to come and pull me out of my funk." Yeah, I were him, I'd be a bit upset. But you can't stay upset at me for too long. I stifle a bit of a giggle and this helps me not to feel so negatively anymore.


I reach my room after my meal, and my hand immediately goes for my comm. I swear to myself that this is against my will, but I feel my mind forcing me into doing it. I click the button, and almost immediately, a feeling of regret flows through me, permeating through my form. But I tell myself to talk.

"Anakin...?" I suck in a breath and I hear his reply, "Ahsoka?"

At this point, I'm about ready to drop everything and cry, turn into a useless puddle of tears and misery. But something puts me against that urge. "Anakin, I need to talk to you. Just... just not at the Temple."

I can feel his lingering pause, as if he's going to regret the words he's going to say. But apparently he's not, because he replies, "I'd be glad to, Snips." I feel like a thousand bright and colorful fireworks have exploded inside my chest, and now I want to cry for joy. I'm still his Snips. "Just tell me where I can find you."

I tell him the place I am, and I know it's not too far away from the Temple. I can almost feel his nod and smile. "I'll see you in a bit, Snips." I cherish the words, but before he disconnects, I say, "Thank you for not being mad at me." As soon as the words slip off my tongue, I wonder whether or not I'm going to regret saying them.

I feel the confusion in his words. "What...?" He stammers. "Why would I be mad at you for making a decision for your own benefit? I care about you too much, Ahsoka, I could never be angry at you for saving yourself." I'm touched by what he said, and I want to cry because I'm overwhelmed. "T-thank you, Anakin." I barely manage to hold everything back. Why the hell do I feel like crying?

"Anytime, Snips. I'll see you soon," he says gently. "Okay, Skyguy." The line disconnects.

Now what? Do I just wait? I know that if I don't release my emotions now, they'll end up coming out when Anakin comes. But I'm so thankful he is. That he didn't turn me down... I start crying now. It starts from the immense joy I feel. I feel like I'm going out of my mind, sobbing and smiling all at the same time. I think of how much I hate myself for what I've done. But maybe it'll do us both some good - help us move on. Or maybe do the opposite. I know it sounds selfish, but I want him near me for the rest of my life. I don't want him to stay with the Jedi. I want my best friend by my side for the rest of my days, as we take on the galaxy together. My tears have just about ceased flowing and I dry my cheeks. Now I need to empty my mind and calm down.

I lay on my bed and wait. Then I sit up and meditate. Waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Where is he? Patience. Breathe in, and out. Chill out. He said he's coming and he never breaks the promises that he makes for me. This relaxes me a bit, and I fall backwards into my back. Laying down is a lot more comfortable than meditating. So I just stay there and drift off.


I'm broken out of my light slumber by a knock at my door. I bolt upright and rush to it. Before I touch the keypad to unlock it, I take a breather and prepare myself. Mostly because I'm like a bomb on a timer and can burst into tears at any given moment. Then my fingers cross to the keypad, gingerly dancing across its rows of numbers and letters. The door slides open and Anakin is standing outside of it with a small case and a small smile on his lips. Without hesitation I throw my arms around him. He steps back a bit in shock, but then goes to set the case down with one hand, the other having found a place on my back. The case graces the floor next to our feet and the hand that placed it down pulls me closer. I boost myself up onto my tiptoes and bring myself as close to him as I possibly can. Our cheeks brush against each other and Anakin caresses my back lek; I tentatively reach upwards then run my fingers gently through his hair.

"Hey, Snips." We break apart and he holds my shoulders at arms' length. "Hey, Anakin." I can't look him in the eye, though. I still feel like I've hurt him. His fingers gently touch my chin and guide my head to face him.

"Let's go inside, hm?" He says. Anakin's fingers travel from my chin to my cheek and, honestly, I'm surprised - surprised at his gestures. Warm touches were never really his thing, but I guess that's changed. I snap out of my thoughts and nod. I also try to smile, but then he frowns slightly - he knows I'm faking it. I see concern cross his features, but let him take my hand and sit me down on the bed. The door shuts behind us and, instead of questioning my odd behavior, he takes the case and sits it next to him. He opens it and inside there are a few items of clothing that I had at the Temple, but one thing in particular catches my eye-my favorite purple sweater. He takes it out and hands it to me, then motions for me to put it on. A smile immediately breaks over my face. I slip the sweater over my head and put my arms through the sleeves, which almost reach my fingertips. It's big and baggy but warm and comfortable.

"Thank you, Anakin," I say, wrapping my arms around myself. He nods and smiles. A few awkward seconds pass, then he asks, "So what should we do with this time?" I shrug because I honestly don't know. All I know is that I want to spend it together. "We could see what's on the holo," I offer, shrugging again. "It's worth a look," Anakin replies. So we just sit back in the bed and scroll through the channels.

It's comfortable, Anakin and me. I take the liberty of leaning my head on his shoulder because I know he won't mind. I can't help but think, This is nice. Just the two of us. It's been a while.
style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 14pt;"We find a holodrama and watch it because it's so cheesy we have to laugh.

Before I know it, night creeps up on us and my eyelids grow heavy. I let myself nod off, curling up next to Anakin. We remain close like this, even after I drift to sleep.


Ah, useless puddles of tears and misery. So I've come up with this thing I'd like to call "Review-My-Reviews Time." This is the first official time I'll be doing it, and so at every ending A/N, I'll be "reviewing" the reviews if there are any. So the first review I got was from a guest who talked briefly about Anisoka. And, honestly, if I could choose over a mansion or Anisoka being canon- SCREW THE MANSION I WANT MY SHIP TO BE CANON. So I guess you get my point. But *hint hint* I'm straying from the canon, so when I post this I'll change the brackets in the description to [Slowly straying from the canon. May feature Anisoka in the future.] So yeah. I don't care, I ship it~ Two words-song parodies. Next review! Okay, so McAwsome said about pacing and clarity. Hopefully you caught my reference to this review in this chapter, but in case you didn't, I mentioned that it was not a nightmare, rather a memory. And it pained her because... *goes to the Fangirl Corner and sobs* Okay I'm back. But I also have my PM's disabled because I'm afraid of weird people PM-ing me because illogical fears... But that's just what GAD is for, right? So please keep advice in the reviews please! Thanks so much, though. I really appreciate the offer. And last but not least-THE BOOK. So I had a great time listening to the first three minutes of the audio book, tried mimicking Ashley's voice, then continued listening again. But bottom line, it. Was. BEAUTIFUL. And I'm not just saying that because I love Ahsoka and she's my little cinnamon roll, and that I love books. But this was like *makes mind blown sigh with hands around head* wapooshhhhhh~ I just realized this A/N is a mile long so I'm gonna go now. Pluto out!