Breaking The Code (Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

Chapter 15

Anakin POV:

I laid back on (y/n)'s hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling with my hands tapping on my stomach. To say I was stunned with everything she told me is an understatement. I couldn't even comprehend the fact that she was secretly working for the Separatists.

"I did it for you!"

Her words kept replaying in my head as I tried to make sense of it all. Why would she go to all this trouble for me? Even though I was still angry and disappointed with her actions, my heart swelled with affection and warmth and the thought of what she went through for me. It must've been difficult for her, I imagined. The only person who's ever gone through something that grueling like that for me was my late mother when she chose to stay in slavery so I could be a Jedi.

I sighed in frustration, feeling conflicted on what I should do now. One things for sure; I needed a break from (y/n) and all of these weird secrets she's kept from me. I've stressed out about this whole thing for over a month, and I just need to take a step back from it all.

Did this all happen because of our attachment to each other? We're we doomed to fail from the start?

"Ugh...I was so naive to think this would work..." I muttered, running my hands through my hair.

So much has happened in such a short amount of time, and as embarrassing as it is to admit, I don't think I can handle it all.

I sighed and closed my eyes, attempting to meditate some of my stress away.

But then I felt a piercing jolt in my head, causing me to instantly sit up. I closed my eyes again and connected with the force, and felt (y/n) trying to communicate with me.

"Anakin, the recording is in Elliot's desk drawer."

I gasped at the sudden shock I felt again in my head at hearing those words. Why was it so painful? I didn't bother responding and threw myself off the bed, running out of the room. I could feel something, I didn't know what, but it grew stronger the closer I got to (y/n). The jolts in my head were still there even though I tried blocking them out. I ran faster with each step, feeling anxiety pulsing through me as I got closer to her.

The office building came into view and I continued onward, knowing that she was in there.

That's when I felt something else, something much darker and more powerful. All of my head was immediately hit with multiple spasms of pain and agony, and for a moment it felt like I wasn't even in my own body. And I knew why, because I wasn't feeling my own pain, I was feeling (y/n)'s. I fell to my knees and gripped my head in my hands, groaning at the constant twinges that pounded through my supraorbital nerves.

Why is she purposely making me feel this, especially after all I went through because of her?

Oh.

I brought my hands down, realization settling into the pit of my stomach as I stared ahead at nothing in particular. I knew why she was doing it. She wants me to feel what she had to go through because of me. And I felt all of it.

I sighed and stood back up, still trying to tough it out through the throbbing pain in my frontal lobe. The building was so close, I just had to walk a little farther. But I could barely take a few steps when I felt the ground start to shake, causing me to stumble and fall backwards.

"What the heck?" I mumbled, trying to stand up and regain my balance.

I heard a scream, one that echoed through the building and out into the open. But it was faintly drowned out by the crumbling and crashing of the now unstable building. My eyes widened at how quickly everything escalated just now. Was (y/n) doing all of this?