Broken Heart

It had been three years since Anakin and Padme's marriage. The Clone War was finally over. Many Jedi had died, and the Temple was no longer in good condition. Tahira had noticed when Jordana returned from Naboo three years ago that she seemed different, distant, sad. The war only made her seem even more so. She had seen the deaths of many people she once knew, and she rarely smiled anymore.
One morning, hours before the sun was due, Jordana was sitting on the roof, again. She would pick at peeling roofing, occasionally tossing pieces over the side. She looked down at the clothes she was wearing. Like every other piece of clothing she owned, it had its share of rips and tears, exposing her many battle scars. She felt so hollow and empty inside that she barely felt her injuries. She cracked the knuckles on each one of her fingers.
"You know you shouldn't do that, Jordie." Came a familiar voice behind her. She turned around to see Anakin standing behind her. He had been gone, visiting with Padme again. She smiled for the first time in months. In fact, it was around Anakin that she even smiled anymore, or sometimes around Tahira.
"Hey Anakin." She whispered, rising from her seated position. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. His clothes were torn, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"You look like shit." She said.
"You don't look so good yourself." He replied. He examined her closely. "Jesus Jordie, did you throw yourself in front of a droid army?"
"Maybe I did." She whispered. The two friends then held each other in a soothing embrace, both physically and mentally drained from three years of fighting. After a while, they broke away. Anakin fiddled with his wedding band.
"So how is she doing?" she asked.
Anakin's response was throwing the ring off down into the streets below.
"Anakin, what are you doing?" she asked, shocked.
He didn't respond, and Jordana grew concerned.
"Anakin!", she grabbed his shoulder and turned her towards him, "Don't ignore me! Tell me what happened!"
"She left me." He cried. Jordana's heart stopped.
"What?" she managed to get out.
"Padme left me…" he repeated, walking away from her.
"Why?"
"She said that I wasn't the same man she married. Because I trust Palpatine's decisions regarding the war, she says I've changed!"
"But the war's over Anakin."
He gave her an accusing glare, "Don't tell me you believe her too!"
"No! What I was saying is that now that the war is over, why would your opinions of Palpatine and his actions during the war matter now?"
Jordana felt like she was going to cry. In their thirteen years together, Anakin had never once spoken, or even looked at her, like just did. She lowered her head and gritted her teeth, fighting the tears that were threatening to come. Anakin must have sensed this because he walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, burying his face in the crook of her neck, "Jordie I'm so very sorry."
She held him in her arms as they dropped to their knees. He soaked her shoulder with torrent of heavy sobs and she searched for something, anything, to ease his pain.
"Would it make you feel any better if I told you that I thought you were a great husband, despite what you two had to go through?"
"A little."
"How about if I called her a stupid slut?"
She heard him laugh shortly, and she knew he would be alright. She helped him to his feet.
"Thanks." he said as he gently rubbed her arm.
"No sweat. Now, let's get you back to your room. You need sleep most of all right now." She placed a hand on his back as she lead him back to his room.
"Where would I be without you Jordie?" he whispered.
She gave him a quick hug and told him she'd see him in the morning. Once he was safe inside his room, she took off running to where the speeders were stored. It was still early morning, and the streets of Coruscant were not illuminated yet. Logic and rationality escaped her completely. Her mind couldn't focus long enough to devise a strategy, she was just going to have to make it up as she went along. Emotions running high, they were driving her to her destination: Padme's apartment.