Haunted by Love's First Kiss......
As the morning light illuminated through the blackness of night, Anakin sat at an elegant vanity. He was writing a letter of love and sorrow on a delicate piece of scented stationery. His mechanical hand was entangled in his short sandy blonde hair, grating at it as he feverishly jotted down his words on the transparent parchment. Averting his eyes upward, he caught the glimpse of a beatific reflection in the oval framed mirror. The image was mesmerizing, for Padme's blissful beauty was so seraphic that she resembled an angel. Anakin shuddered in sadness looking upon her peaceful sleep. How could he wake her from her pleasant dreams to bring her sorrow and heartbreak? No, he wouldn't. He would allow her to drift away upon her happiness and continue along with her serene slumber.
Anakin forced himself to rise from the chair, his legs were heavy as he trudged over to Padme's bedside. Every breath he took was fiercely jagged and caused his shoulders to tremble and shake. He was in agony. Abandoning her was heart wrenching and leaving him emotionally on the brink of madness. As the early dawn rays seeped through the blinds of the bedroom window, Anakin quickly buried his conflict deep beneath his fragile surface. Reaching over her, he gently laid the delicate note on the pillow next to Padme'. As he did, the aroma of her sweet perfume saturated his senses. Lowering his face to hers, Anakin tenderly kissed her brow. Quickly, he rose and used the Force to compose himself. With Jedi agility, he ran, leaving the premises of 500 Republica, with only a memory of the past echoing in his painful thoughts.
"Go Ani. Never look back."
He ran, swift and nimble, as if he were floating above the firmness below him. Restraining himself from personal grief, he grew buoyant and focused on his impending mission. The Temple halls seemed crowded with bustling Jedi Knights reporting for duty or to the Counsel. As he ran, he neared his destination; his private bunker. Slowing his pace to a quick stroll, he entered the clearance code. The door slid open and Anakin stepped inside, removing his hood and bearing his identity, he quickly stood aside and activated the locking mechanism. Facing the steel frame of the door, he felt uneasy; something was odd and disturbingly suspicious. It was a presence he felt within his room, familiar, though uninvited. Without even turning around for an ocular inspection, he announced the unexpected guest in crude greeting.
"I take it I'm late, once again, Master." Mocked Anakin as he rolled his eyes and smirked smugly at his paternal mentor; Obi-wan Kenobi.
"Must we retort to these basic exercises, Anakin, or shall we move onto more conducive lessons?" Obi-wan reproached Anakin's display of undisciplined demeanor in a tone resembling that of an authoritative figure.
"That depends; are you here to lesson me or to take me with you to the Tobali System and lead the Campaign?" Asked Anakin, standing tall, with a cocky expression on his face.
"It's your attitude that needs instruction, Anakin. Come now, gather your things, we need to report to the landing dock for departure." Instructed Obi-wan, as he turned toward the doorway. Anakin slumped his shoulders as he nodded his head, surrendering himself to disciplined obedience. He shuffled into his small closet and retrieved a clean ensemble of robes. Once he finished, he grabbed his small pack and swung it over his shoulder.
As they dispersed out into the grand corridor of the Temple, both seemed to shun the other's company. Neither one said a word over the voluminous tapping of their heavy boots. Annoyed by this, Obi-wan reached his arm out to Anakin's shoulder causing him to slow his pace to a complete halt.
"Master?" Asked Anakin.
"Look Anakin, I'm sorry for my somewhat scolding behavior back there, but you must realize, you are my apprentice. Which means, I am responsible for your whereabouts at all times." Explained Obi-wan.
"I'm not a little boy anymore, Master. When will you be able to accept that I have grown up?" Questioned Anakin in an agitated tone.
"When you stop acting like one!" Shouted Obi-wan. Not as soon as he did, did Obi-wan regret his demeanor with his young apprentice. Placing both hands on Anakin's shoulders, Anakin was forced to face his Master.
"Anakin, I realize you are no longer a child. I have known this for some time now. Perhaps this is why we struggle in our roles as Master and Apprentice? " Smiled Obi-wan, as he stated his query, as a fact more than a question.
"I'm sorry, Master. Are you agreeing with me?" Questioned Anakin in astonishment.
"In a manner of speaking, yes, I think I am. Just don't get ahead of yourself. I still need to know your comings and goings." Proposed Obi-wan.
Anakin, once again felt the restraints of the Order's restrictions confining him from his ambitions and desires. He had no choice in the matter. Reluctantly, he gave up and nodded in understanding. Once again, the two drifted off into an uncomfortable silence as they neared their destination. As they walked side by side, Anakin's thoughts wandered to the magnificent tower of the grand building 500 Republica. In his mind, a vision of the peaceful angelic form of Padme' was as vibrant as the morning sky, shining above him. Staring out at her Senatorial Suite, he was stricken with heart ache. He felt cheated and dejected from his precious moments with Padme'. As he breathed raggedly with sorrow for his beloved wife, Obi-wan looked on in curious wonder.
"You find comfort with Senator Amidala, don't you Anakin?" Asked Obi-wan, even though he already knew the answer to his query.
" Yes. I .....always have. " Responded Anakin. He found it pointless to deny such an accusation. Anakin knew he couldn't hide his true feelings for her, but he would protect hers, and their undying love, from harm or discovery.
"I suppose the whole galaxy feels this way, as you do. She poses herself as the Mother of Democracy." Agreed Obi-wan, as he proceeded up the ramp to board the Republic Cruiser.
Anakin paused a moment longer, allowing his sights to linger upon the panoramic view of Padme's elaborate balcony. Hoping she had read his letter, could hear his thoughts or feel the love that surrounded his tormented soul, he thought, "I love you like only little children can love something already used and see it as anew. I love you like the love of a family, sharing good times, even though I have known so few. For with you is where my heart belongs, like red on a rose.....I love you, Padme'."
Anakin forced himself to rise from the chair, his legs were heavy as he trudged over to Padme's bedside. Every breath he took was fiercely jagged and caused his shoulders to tremble and shake. He was in agony. Abandoning her was heart wrenching and leaving him emotionally on the brink of madness. As the early dawn rays seeped through the blinds of the bedroom window, Anakin quickly buried his conflict deep beneath his fragile surface. Reaching over her, he gently laid the delicate note on the pillow next to Padme'. As he did, the aroma of her sweet perfume saturated his senses. Lowering his face to hers, Anakin tenderly kissed her brow. Quickly, he rose and used the Force to compose himself. With Jedi agility, he ran, leaving the premises of 500 Republica, with only a memory of the past echoing in his painful thoughts.
"Go Ani. Never look back."
He ran, swift and nimble, as if he were floating above the firmness below him. Restraining himself from personal grief, he grew buoyant and focused on his impending mission. The Temple halls seemed crowded with bustling Jedi Knights reporting for duty or to the Counsel. As he ran, he neared his destination; his private bunker. Slowing his pace to a quick stroll, he entered the clearance code. The door slid open and Anakin stepped inside, removing his hood and bearing his identity, he quickly stood aside and activated the locking mechanism. Facing the steel frame of the door, he felt uneasy; something was odd and disturbingly suspicious. It was a presence he felt within his room, familiar, though uninvited. Without even turning around for an ocular inspection, he announced the unexpected guest in crude greeting.
"I take it I'm late, once again, Master." Mocked Anakin as he rolled his eyes and smirked smugly at his paternal mentor; Obi-wan Kenobi.
"Must we retort to these basic exercises, Anakin, or shall we move onto more conducive lessons?" Obi-wan reproached Anakin's display of undisciplined demeanor in a tone resembling that of an authoritative figure.
"That depends; are you here to lesson me or to take me with you to the Tobali System and lead the Campaign?" Asked Anakin, standing tall, with a cocky expression on his face.
"It's your attitude that needs instruction, Anakin. Come now, gather your things, we need to report to the landing dock for departure." Instructed Obi-wan, as he turned toward the doorway. Anakin slumped his shoulders as he nodded his head, surrendering himself to disciplined obedience. He shuffled into his small closet and retrieved a clean ensemble of robes. Once he finished, he grabbed his small pack and swung it over his shoulder.
As they dispersed out into the grand corridor of the Temple, both seemed to shun the other's company. Neither one said a word over the voluminous tapping of their heavy boots. Annoyed by this, Obi-wan reached his arm out to Anakin's shoulder causing him to slow his pace to a complete halt.
"Master?" Asked Anakin.
"Look Anakin, I'm sorry for my somewhat scolding behavior back there, but you must realize, you are my apprentice. Which means, I am responsible for your whereabouts at all times." Explained Obi-wan.
"I'm not a little boy anymore, Master. When will you be able to accept that I have grown up?" Questioned Anakin in an agitated tone.
"When you stop acting like one!" Shouted Obi-wan. Not as soon as he did, did Obi-wan regret his demeanor with his young apprentice. Placing both hands on Anakin's shoulders, Anakin was forced to face his Master.
"Anakin, I realize you are no longer a child. I have known this for some time now. Perhaps this is why we struggle in our roles as Master and Apprentice? " Smiled Obi-wan, as he stated his query, as a fact more than a question.
"I'm sorry, Master. Are you agreeing with me?" Questioned Anakin in astonishment.
"In a manner of speaking, yes, I think I am. Just don't get ahead of yourself. I still need to know your comings and goings." Proposed Obi-wan.
Anakin, once again felt the restraints of the Order's restrictions confining him from his ambitions and desires. He had no choice in the matter. Reluctantly, he gave up and nodded in understanding. Once again, the two drifted off into an uncomfortable silence as they neared their destination. As they walked side by side, Anakin's thoughts wandered to the magnificent tower of the grand building 500 Republica. In his mind, a vision of the peaceful angelic form of Padme' was as vibrant as the morning sky, shining above him. Staring out at her Senatorial Suite, he was stricken with heart ache. He felt cheated and dejected from his precious moments with Padme'. As he breathed raggedly with sorrow for his beloved wife, Obi-wan looked on in curious wonder.
"You find comfort with Senator Amidala, don't you Anakin?" Asked Obi-wan, even though he already knew the answer to his query.
" Yes. I .....always have. " Responded Anakin. He found it pointless to deny such an accusation. Anakin knew he couldn't hide his true feelings for her, but he would protect hers, and their undying love, from harm or discovery.
"I suppose the whole galaxy feels this way, as you do. She poses herself as the Mother of Democracy." Agreed Obi-wan, as he proceeded up the ramp to board the Republic Cruiser.
Anakin paused a moment longer, allowing his sights to linger upon the panoramic view of Padme's elaborate balcony. Hoping she had read his letter, could hear his thoughts or feel the love that surrounded his tormented soul, he thought, "I love you like only little children can love something already used and see it as anew. I love you like the love of a family, sharing good times, even though I have known so few. For with you is where my heart belongs, like red on a rose.....I love you, Padme'."
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