The Endearment of a Twin-flame || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

38 - A Second Chance

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(Y/n)'s POV
Satine set a heavy envelope on my desk, its weight a stark reminder of the burden I was trying to shake off.

With a resigned sigh, I put my pen down and closed my journal, frustration bubbling up inside me. "This is the third one. You'd think he'd get the message by now that I'm not interested." My fingers wrapped around the envelope, and with a quick motion, I ripped it open, the sound piercing the silence of the room.

It had been just over a week since the first drawing arrived, with the second following closely behind, arriving the day before yesterday. That one captured a moment from our past—a playful water fight at the bakery. It had once been one of my favorite memories, a time when joy felt effortless—before everything changed. Scrawled across the image were the words: when I knew I was falling in love with you.

I understood his intentions; he was trying to show me the moments that held significance for him, hoping to win my forgiveness by highlighting the real moments of our early days together. The drawings were undeniably sweet, and I couldn't help but appreciate them, but I remained unsure if they could bridge the gap of hurt between us.

It was comforting to know that some of our time together had been real, especially after the pain of doubting otherwise. But that realization didn't erase the truth of his betrayal—the lies he wove, the way he had entered my life with hidden motives while I was vulnerable, and the despicable bet that had set everything in motion. The Anakin I thought I knew would never have acted this way, leaving me to grapple with the unsettling question of who he truly was and what other secrets he might be hiding from me.

I couldn't shake that now that our trust was broken, I'd never be able to trust him again. And what kind of relationship would that be like?

With a flick of my wrist, I tossed aside the torn envelope, my gaze landing on the latest sketch that was going to be apart of the collection I held. "Oh no, I really don't want to see that," Satine exclaimed, her gaze quickly averting, misinterpreting the image before her. I couldn't blame her; the drawing did imply something unholy was taking place. But I knew the truth behind it.

"It's not what you think," I reassured her, my eyes lingering on the drawing of me sitting on his lap, a moment captured from our visit to the science center, the day he revealed his star project. It was also the day our first kiss. I had to admit, that moment—among all the memories—evoked something within me. "It was just our first kiss." It was also the day he promised me that he would never hurt me.

And yet, here we were.

Written at the bottom of the drawing were the words, I knew, and I flipped the paper over to reveal his message on the back: I would never feel for anyone else the way I do for you.

A lump formed in my throat, and I gently set the drawing down among the others. "Thanks, Satine," I murmured, my voice barely audible. I slid my journal back into place, gripping my pen with renewed resolve. Lately, pouring my thoughts onto the page had become a sanctuary, a way to create some order in my chaotic mind. Without it, I was afraid that I would spiral into another breakdown.

"(Y/n)," she took my pen, interrupting my writing mid-sentence. I paused, staring at the blank page, tears threatening to spill. "Can I offer you a bit of advice?" she asked gently.

"I have a feeling you'll share it no matter what I say, so go ahead," I replied with a weary sigh as she let go, allowing me to drop the pen onto the desk.