A/N: Spat this out in five minutes. XD Probably a little OOC, but, hey, it just popped into my head. Grievous' POV. Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: If I DID own this, Grievous and Shaak Ti would get a movie all to themselves. There be no movie. Safe to say, I do not own.
I can't look at the sunset anymore.
Not without thinking of the color of her skin.
I can't duel with Dooku anymore.
Not without comparing his fighting style to hers.
I can't inhale the morning air anymore.
Not without recalling how she smells of desert flower.
I can't secure my cloak anymore.
Not without imagining her elegant hands doing it for me.
I can't listen to Ventress' voice anymore.
Not without wishing the gravelly tones were replaced by her smooth cadences.
I can't look at a plant anymore.
Not without remembering how all Togruta love the earth.
I can't fight Skywalker's padawan anymore.
Not without envisioning her frightened eyes beneath my swings.
I can't kill Jedi anymore.
Not without considering how she will be hurt by this new death.
I can't even sleep anymore.
Not without her smile running rampant through my dreams.
This frustrating, maddening, exasperating…
I am not handicapped. I am perfectly capable of performing every task set before me.
Just not without thinking of…her.
A/N: Well? I know, I know, OOC. A little OOC, anyway. Just a teeny bit. Maybe. But, please, review anyway! I'd love some ideas for these...just a one word prompt is great. Please? Pretty please?