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sith_happened) wrote2008-08-05 08:24 am
sith_happened) wrote2008-08-05 08:24 am
Shores of the Potomac [Tuesday, just before dawn]
There were some dates that, even though twenty years had passed, were just going to stick with Anakin.
The anniversary of Padmé's death was one of them. Before the sun came out, he slipped out of the apartment and made his way down to the shore of the river. Orienting himself to face towards the fading star that pointed the way back to his galaxy, he suppressed any feeling of embarrassment and began speaking aloud.
"It's not like I'll be getting anywhere near Naboo," he murmured, looking up, "and I'm not sure what I would do with myself even if I did." He swallowed hard. "I miss you. I have for twenty years. I'll miss you for twenty more. But I'm happy again. I think you would have wanted that."
He took a moment to collect himself, staring down at the strewn bits of rock around him. "Rory knows everything. Sometimes I wonder if you and I would have worked out differently if I hadn't been such a stubborn, stupid little boy. If I had told you..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter now. You're one with the Force, far beyond caring what I'm doing with my life now."
A small smile quirked up his lips. "But you would be so damn proud of our children, Padmé. They're going to fix an entire galaxy. That they get from you. And because of them, despite everything that went wrong -- and there isn't enough "I'm sorry" in the universe to make up for what went wrong -- I don't regret what we had together."
The rising sun began blotting out the twinkle of the star. The muscles in Anakin's jaw clenched as he fought through a wave of pain and guilt. "Goodbye, Padmé," he whispered. "I'll see you here next year."
[OOC: 'stablishy!]
The anniversary of Padmé's death was one of them. Before the sun came out, he slipped out of the apartment and made his way down to the shore of the river. Orienting himself to face towards the fading star that pointed the way back to his galaxy, he suppressed any feeling of embarrassment and began speaking aloud.
"It's not like I'll be getting anywhere near Naboo," he murmured, looking up, "and I'm not sure what I would do with myself even if I did." He swallowed hard. "I miss you. I have for twenty years. I'll miss you for twenty more. But I'm happy again. I think you would have wanted that."
He took a moment to collect himself, staring down at the strewn bits of rock around him. "Rory knows everything. Sometimes I wonder if you and I would have worked out differently if I hadn't been such a stubborn, stupid little boy. If I had told you..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter now. You're one with the Force, far beyond caring what I'm doing with my life now."
A small smile quirked up his lips. "But you would be so damn proud of our children, Padmé. They're going to fix an entire galaxy. That they get from you. And because of them, despite everything that went wrong -- and there isn't enough "I'm sorry" in the universe to make up for what went wrong -- I don't regret what we had together."
The rising sun began blotting out the twinkle of the star. The muscles in Anakin's jaw clenched as he fought through a wave of pain and guilt. "Goodbye, Padmé," he whispered. "I'll see you here next year."
[OOC: 'stablishy!]