She held her breath as she felt the steady beat of her heart. It thrummed through the pulse of her neck. She was tense, petrified.

What scared her the most was how much he looked like Anakin. His simple clothes dressed him like the boy she'd met on that same planet all those years ago. He didn't wear black, he didn't cover his face in a helmet. Padmé couldn't even locate a light saber on him.

What had happened to him?

She wondered if her leaving had given him a wake up call. Had he changed for the better? Did he want to be good for her and their family? Had he reverted from his old ways?

Padmé's feet seemed to be glued to the sandy ground. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. She felt paralyzed. If she moved, apart of her feared Anakin would dissapear. She was scared that she was imagining the man in front of her.

Anakin didn't seem to notice her presence. Instead, he was watching the sunrise. He looked calm, an expression she hadn't seen on him for years. Padmé missed the old Anakin. She craved his loving nature. Her heart begged for him. It seeked the boy she'd fallen in love with so long ago. She wanted to be held in his arms, just as he had countless nights before.

After running her hands through her wavy hair, Padmé forced her feet to move. She began to walk the terrain towards the man she'd effectively escaped weeks before. It was odd, she knew that running away from him was the right decision. Why was she so selfish? Why couldn't she do the galaxy a favour and leave him be? He wasn't posing a threat. He had dissapeared.

If she left him while he stared at the sky, came to the acceptance that they were never meant to be together, and let him become a memory of the past... The galaxy could begin its journey to freedom. It could forget about Anakin, about Darth Vader.

Yet Padmé knew she could never forget Anakin. There was no life that she could live that wouldn't be haunted by the love of her past. She would never live a day where Anakin's face wouldn't be engraved in her mind. She'd always want him. She'd want to feel the touch of his hand, the feel of his body, the warmth of his lips.

All she wanted was their old life together. Maybe, she thought, the two could run. They could leave the rebellion, the empire, everything... They could live in the fields of Naboo and forget about the war. They could fall in love again.

Padmé finished her stride, she stood a few feet beside the boy. She studied the scar on his face. His hair curled softly away from his cheeks.

"Anakin," Padmé said to him.

He flinched.

"It's me," she continued in a hushed tone.

It took him a few moments, but he finally turned. His eyes were trained to her face, a set expression to his lips. He didn't speak, he just scanned her.

Padmé studied his harsh face. What entrigued her were his eyes. They were a mix of colours. Something so unique, she'd never seen anything like them before. They were golden, fading into blue. They were painted effortlessly. They screamed of the battle that must have been going on inside of his mind. He was a masterpiece.

His voice sliced through the air like a blade. Anakin spat out, "What are you doing here?"

"I came for you," she confessed.

"Didn't you just escape me?" he argued.

Padmé inhaled sharply. "Yes... but I... I changed my mind."

"I never changed my mind about you," he hissed.

There was a chill in the air. Anakin rarely was cold with her, she was stunned. Her mind didn't know how to react. "Anakin-"

"Go," he commanded.

"What?"

"I said," he repeated, "Go."

Heat flooded her cheeks. Internally, the girl scolded herself. Why had she thought this was a good idea? She knew Anakin was gone. Why had she come to him, regardless of the information she knew? She was insane. She should never have allowed herself to imagine a life set out for them.

"Fine!" she shouted, "Let them finish you!"

Padmé stomped her heels, whipping her body. She began to storm off.

"What do you mean?"

"I was sent to help you!" she screamed over her shoulder, "To get you out of this horrible mess you created!"

"You can't help me," he muttered.

"I realize that!"

"You're a liar!" he called out.

Padmé's jaw clenched, a stinging pain travelled through her face. Her body shook as she squeezed her fingernails into her palms. "How the hell am I a liar?" She turned to face him once again.

"You don't think I can be rescued. You brought the enemy to me, didn't you?"

"Why do you assume the galaxy is against you?! Why won't you accept help!"

"Because it is!"

"The only people who ever loved you are on this planet, Anakin!" she walked towards him again, throwing her hands in the air, "Me, your family, and Obi-wan!"

Anakin tensed, "He's here?"

"The only people to ever give you chances and opportunities, the only ones to accept you faults and all are who you call traitors!" she continued, "How can you even say that?"

"Liar."

"Liar?!" she was enraged, but her voice indicated of an emotion much deeper. She was broken, desperate. She felt as if she'd been chained to a post as she was forced to watch someone torture Anakin. No matter what she said or did, she couldn't save him. She knew he'd never faced such a great enemy, for this one was himself. "I am not a liar! I have been the only one there for you when the entire galaxy turned their back on you!"

"You're a liar," he whispered.

"How can you say that?" she begged.

"You don't love me anymore. You turned your back on me."

Padmé fell to the ground as she sobbed. She wanted him to come back to her, but she felt it was impossible. "I love you more than I love anyone in this galaxy. I would give up anything for you. Just you, my Anakin Skywalker. For the boy on Tatooine! The boy that won races and battles for my love. The boy who carved me necklaces to remember his face for decades. The boy who held me in his arms under the moonlight in Naboo! I would give up my breath, my soul, my life to see you walk in the light again. How can you say I don't love you, Anakin? For me, you are my galaxy. My life source. Yet you don't even notice me anymore. You don't care about my feelings or my wants."

Anakin sank to his knees in front of her, listening to her words carefully.

"Words do not exist that can confess to you how I feel about you, Anakin. You are my husband, the second half to my being. But you won't work with me! We are supposed to make decisions together! Not take seperate sides of a war! We're supposed to fight in unity, not against each other! I don't understand how you could let your pride, your greed, your hunger for power come above me! I've lived my life as a lie to be with you. I've hidden a marriage, our children, my wants, and my needs from the outside world to protect us. So that we can exist! You can't even look past your nose to see that I am falling apart! That I can't be apart of the Sith's schemes. But I need you! Why can't you need me! Why can't you give up the dark for me? I've given you everything!"

"You love me?" he whispered.

"Love doesn't describe it," she whimpered, "I am you. You are me. I feel like my soul has died without you here, Anakin."

"My angel," he soothed her. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her near. Padmé fell into his embrace, soaking him in.

She'd missed the feel of his arms. She'd missed the way his hair felt against her cheek. She'd missed his smell.

Then suddenly, Padmé's lips connected to his. She cupped his face with her hands, giving herself to him with a single kiss. He pulled her closer to him, sending an explosion inside of her. Their lips moved in sync, dancing with one another. Padmé's heart fluttered, it rejoiced as if it had never felt this kind of love.

His lips were soft as they continued to taste her own. He was gentle, running his hands through her hair. Padmé's tears fell onto his cheeks.

She could have felt his mouth on hers for an eternity. When he pulled away, she felt like a piece of her was gone again. Her hands pulled his head towards her again. She kissed him harder, letting months of passion escape from her. For every night alone, she tried to make up for. Her lips travelled across his lips, cheeks, forehead... All of his face.

Finally, when she pulled away, she stared at him in the eyes, "Come home with me."

"Where is home?" he questioned.

"With the rebellion," she explained, "Come home with me. Make a home with me, Anakin. Come meet our children, help defeat Palpatine with Obi-wan and I."

"Palpatine is dead. I killed him," Anakin told her.

A smile broke across her face, "Really?"

He nodded his head, carressing her cheek.

"Does this mean the war is over?" she exclaimed, "Come with me. We can start our life on Naboo. We can heal, forget this in our past. The Sith is destroyed!"

"The Sith is not destroyed," Anakin corrected her.

"What do you mean?" she questioned as her heart dropped. Dissapointment clouded her mind, "You just said-"

"I am the new Sith."

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