Anakin woke up terrified. No, this cannot be true. It is a trick. It's just a dream. It isn't like the ones about my mother. But Anakin couldn't help it. It was a vision, and he knew it. He just did not want believe the truth.
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Padme was crouched down, crying tears that from someone else's eyes seemed like blood. She was hurt physically, mentally, and emotionally. She seemed weak. Her hair was tangled and hassled. There was a huge red mark on her right cheek. Anakin could not understand all she said, but he did hear, " Anakin, what killed your soul? How could have done this to us?" she wept. More tears showered like a rushing stream down her broken face. After a moment she could not even keep such small balance. She had to lie on the ground, and die.
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And Anakin knew that she was dying. No,he thought. This can't be happening. Not to me! I can't stand to lose her! I love her too much. He sat up in the bed and covered his face. Tears almost as bad as Padme's in the vision ran down his face. He turned around and looked at her. She was sleeping so silently, with light breathing and a small smile. She looked so delicate, gentle, and kind. And what Anakin had seen was something that Padme did not deserve. And Anakin did it to her.
Anakin wanted to punch himself in the face with his mechanical fist because of his actions he did in the dream. He had to get out of the room, he couldn't look at Padme. (It hurt too much to stay.) He grabbed his black night robe and walked down the steps, onto the veranda.
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Padme rose from her sleep, noticing no partner at her side. Something was wrong. She got out of the bed, and walked towards the veranda.
She saw Anakin looking at the night Corusant, with dried and new tears on his face. She walked closer to him, putting her gentle hand on his back.
" What's wrong?" she asked. But Anakin did not have the strength to talk about it.
" Nothing," he said smiling. He saw the japor snippet hanging from her neck. " I remember when I gave this to you," he said.
" Anakin, for a master of "feeling hiding", you are not using your skills wisely. You were crying, I see the tears. You are going to be honest and tell me what is troubling you." Anakin smiled at the talent of stubbornness Padme had.
" I had a dream,' he said.
" What happened?"
" Padme, what scared me is what will happen," said Anakin.
" What will happen?" Padme asked.
Anakin paused. He looked at his wife in the eyes. She gave him a curious look of concern back at him. He took her two hands and said, " You are going to die."