Anakin wasn't dead. He was buried. Buried under the Sith lord that senator Palpatine created. It was as if he was being possessed by a powerful demon. As if he were watching a movie that he could feel and touch, but couldn't control. He hated it. He had to watch as his own hands killed the man that he loved, and that last wisp of who he was nearly drifted away along with him. But somehow, the fact that Obi-Wan had still loved him kept him cemented to 'life'. Because knowing that, he just hated himself even more, and knew that he had to destroy Darth Vader.
He should have died. Anakin knew that he should have been killed back at the lake of lava where he'd battled Obi-Wan. He was already gone back then. He wished that Obi-wan would have killed him. That way he wouldn't have to go through with this. But he didn't blame Obi-Wan for anything. He only blamed himself.
But it all changed with Luke. He never thought that he and Padme's children had lived. Suddenly he was able to break through the barrier of Darth Vader that Paplatine built. He felt the warmth of the light side for just a few moments before welcoming the chill of death.
Except he woke up. He felt confused, but for some reason he wasn't afraid. He felt a presence that he hadn't felt for a long time.
"Obi-Wan?" The strange feeling of being incorporeal was forgotten for a moment as he turned to look to where he could sense Obi-Wan.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan's eyes went wide. "You- you're- it's you." Anakin didn't hesitate. He walked over and pulled Obi-Wan into a tight embrace.
"I do still love you Obi-Wan." He said, unable to keep it in anymore. Obi-Wan pulled back to look at Anakin, his eyes gleaming with love, and happiness, and tears.
"I still love you too."
"I know." Anakin's eyes were beginning to fill with tears as well. "Hey Obi-Wan."
"What?"
"You're old."
Obi-Wan started laughing and crying, all at once, so many emotions flooding him that he couldn't distinguish one from another. "You're back." And he kissed Anakin. Putting all of his feelings into it. And Anakin was kissing him back, tears flowing down both of their faces, and mixing together making it impossible to tell who's were who's.
When they finally pulled back, Anakin gasped. "You're back." He motioned at Obi-Wan's face. And so he was. Obi-Wan pulled at his face, suddenly absent of the wrinkles that had been there for years. His beard was fuller and no longer the light silver that it had been, instead a darker grey that would have obviously been the reddish brown that it had been in life.
"Recognizes the age of your heart the force does." Anakin jumped back from Obi-Wan upon hearing Yoda's voice. Obi-Wan looked sheepish. "Um." Obi-Wan said quietly so that only Anakin could hear him. "He knows, Anakin. I might have told him, then told him to go fuck himself when he said that it was against the Jedi code." Anakin's eyes widened in fear.
"Then he apologized."
Anakin laughed, still somewhat fearful, "What?"
"I think he's gone soft in old age."
"Hey, you're old too."
"Not anymore."
"Ha. You're still an old man."
And just like they slipped back into their old banter. Somehow just being in each other's presence reverted them back to when they were younger, before anything had happened. Back when they had hope, and light. Back when they were happy.
But now they had hope again. And light. And they were happy again.