fix you
"Tears streaming down your face,
When you lose something you cannot replace,"- fix you.
She had to fix him. Anakin had been acting weirdly ever since his arrival back at Coruscant, his mood irregular, and his responses barely grunts. She had to do something, to pull her husband out of the depression he had slipped into by mistake, secure happiness for not just herself, but for him as well.
Her own worries were to be put on hold. The fact that she hadn't had her monthly curse for two months was to be put at the back of her mind, and sorted out later. Anakin needed her to fix him.
She tried talking to him, chattering nervously as he stared straight ahead, eyes barley blinking. There was no response, so she stopped.
There was nothing she could do. Every afternoon, Anakin came to the apartment from five to seven, and not one word was exchanged during those three silent hours. He just looked at her, which wasn't much to look at these days.
She had unexplainably gained weight, around two kilos to be exact, barely noticeable under her heavy gowns, but noticeable all the same to her. Something was wrong with her, but she had to fix Anakin, before thinking of herself.
Was it something with the Jedi?
She cornered him on Tuesday, dragging him by the arm into her office, her brown eyes scanning his blue ones eagerly, for any signs of an answer. There was none, just slow reactions, a blink, one, two, and then a soft smile. This couldn't be her Anakin. He couldn't have changed this much, in such a short period of time. Where was the Anakin who had pledged his love to her, the Anakin she knew and loved?
"What is wrong with you?" she exclaimed, dropping his arm roughly. She backed away from him, a tear slipping out of her eyes.
Padme watched as he walked over to her desk, and opened the draw. Watching in horror, unable to move, she saw him, almost in slow motion, take out a knife, and bring it up to his stretched out they figured their relationship out? Padme couldn't see how, as they were fairly careful in public. Was Anakin being punished for his mistakes, for seeing her?
Gods, what if he was? What if she was the reasoning behind all of this?
"No!" She ran forward, desperately, her stomach cramping horribly. She was too late. Anakin dragged the knife against his skin, grinning at the droplets of blood that came up to the surface.
She fell to the floor, gasping in pain, eyes squeezing shut, hoping, praying, no. God, no!
Something slithered out of her, liquid gushing out. Her baby. It had been real. Oh, God!
Her baby. She opened her eyes, praying, hoping. Blood stained the white carpet, a big clot mass of dark red, rich blood. Tears fell out her eyes as she sobbed loudly, hands desperately reaching behind her, desperate for an answer. She drew her hands back, and they were red. Red. Her baby.
Gone. Gone. Gone. Forever.
Anakin fell to the floor, eyes open, two pearly orbs of shining blue. She crawled forward, hands fumbling for his arm. Gashes, two long deep ones, tarnished the flesh. She felt around for a pulse. None. Gone. Forever.
Alone.
She fumbled for the knife, sobbing still, tears wetting her face, legs curled underneath her.
She ripped open her dress, sobbing, and placed the knife shakily against her skin.
Bail opened the door later, and collapsed with anguish.
Padme, sprawled against her Anakin, dark red blood underneath her, staining her sea-blue dress.
Dead. Gone. Forever.
She couldn't fix him.