"(Y/N)! Open this door now!" I don't respond. He's frustrated I can feel it. "(Y/N). I know you're in there. Please!" He tried to calm himself but it didn't work. I feel horrible that I caused him distress but I don't have the energy to talk to him now. "(Y/N), come on. I need to talk to you." His voice is desperate. My need to help him overrides my conscious.

I unlock the door but don't open it. After a second or two he opens it himself. I stand near the back wall near the glass doors of the balcony. He shuts the door behind him. But says nothing, like he didn't think he would get this far.

"Why won't you talk to me anymore?" He asks straight up.

I was expecting him to say this but I never thought of an answer for him.

"Have I done something to upset you?" He asks again, stepping closer to me. His voice was low. I wanted to scream because of this tension between us started to fill up this red room.

"What is it?" He asks again, by now hes only 3 feet away from me, the setting sun's light illuminating his face. And my heart has sped up to almost jump out of my chest. "Please just talk to me." He begs.

"I'm only here to do my job." I shut him out. Turning my face away to my feet. There is silence for a few moments.

"(Y/N), please. I've been wanting to talk to you since we were reunited." He says,

"What do you mean? We talked for hours back in Coruscant." I give up and begin talking but maintain my hostility. I gave up too easy.

"You don't get it. I never wanted to stop talking to you. You're amazing to me. I can never stop thinking about you and it drives me insane when you're not talking to me. Because it's like you're there but so far away. I want you close to me. Closer than normal." He explains, taking steps closer to me. This is all I ever wanted to hear but I just couldn't believe him.

I say nothing and keep my head down. I forced myself not to belief him, no matter how badly I wanted to.

"I don't believe you." I mutter under my breath. You cannot fall in love with someone really you just met.

"I've thought of you every day since I met you all those years ago. Not a day has gone by when I haven't thought of you and how you had been. Hoping that you were proving every child that made fun of you wrong. And when we talked for hours and became so close, it only made it worse. Because now that you are far away again I feel all this pain. It bothers me that your job is to protect me when all I've ever wanted was to protect you. Please believe me when I say that even staying in a separate room from you makes me feel like all sense of how to breath has been knocked out of me." He reaches for my hand but I pull it away, despite the tingles that goes up my arm with his touch.

I could only think of the way he looked at Padmé. The trinket he gave her. I couldn't help but think he must not be thinking straight.

"Anakin you're not thinking straight-"

"I have never known something more clear in my life." He cuts me off.

"I know this isn't true please stop messing with me." I complain but cannot move. I feel cornered by his presence.

"It is true! Why don't you believe me? Look at me." He steps forward once more. The gap between us becoming increasingly smaller, maybe only a foot.

"I've seen the way you look at Senator Amidala. I saw the trinket you gave her. She's the one you really want. She's your 'angel', not me. You're confused, Anakin." I explain. He says nothing for a moment.

"Senator Amidala and I go back to when I was found on Tatooine. She's a good friend, the first girl I ever really saw. That may have been why I called her an angel. But she has never made me feel the way you do. I care for her, but not the same way as I do for you. That look you saw is only a look." He tried to defend it but I still wasn't convinced.

"Haven't you ever heard how actions speak louder than words?" I ask. "A look is an action. You said she was the most beautiful creature in the galaxy."

"I was 9 years old when I said that to her. Sure, she's beautiful and smart but-" i cut him off there. I didn't need to hear what she was and I wasn't to him.

"Just get out, Anakin."

"No." His voice was hurt and urgent. "No, I won't leave until you believe me." By now he annoyed me, I wanted to slap him. I wanted to hit him for messing with me like this. I was not her and I am not about to be apart of this game.

"Get out!" I repeat, I'm so angry now.

"No!" He repeated back. "I know you feel it too! I can feel you're heart beating as fast as mine. You just are afraid and you don't have to be. I won't leave you!" He steps closer to be almost toe to toe. I could feel his warm breath on me, it sent shivers down my spine.

Thats when I had had enough. I rose my hand and went to slap him. How dare he think he knows anything about me. Even if I really know he's right. Before my hand connects to his cheek he grabs my wrist. Our eyes connect, my angry ones to his desperate ones.

I try to slap him with my other hand but again he catches it. Helpless I am forced to look in his eyes. The honesty behind them haunted me. I could see in his eyes he was telling the truth, I was too scared to see it. For a brief moment we search each others eyes looking for the truth.

Without much warning he connects his lips to mine. I'm paralyzed for a second or two but then I kiss him back. Everything both of us had was put into this kiss, this moment that eased every need we had before. My heart was convinced now.

He pushed my back against the wall. His tall, strong stature bearing over me. I released my stiffness and let my hands intertwine with his for a moment, only for him to release them from his grasp. His hands moved down to my waist as the passion between us grew larger. I grabbed the back of his neck and his lower back to pull him closer. Releasing every urge.

Out of breath I had to stop the kiss. He held his head to my forehead and nose to my own.

"Believe me now?"