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

39 - Thirty Minutes

༻✦༺
Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 39
༻✦༺

2.1k words

(Y/n)'s POV
"Stay strong and don't fall for his eyes, his lips, or his—" Josie's eyes dropped subtly, hinting at the nature of my relationship with Anakin, "You know, his manhood."

I rolled my eyes and playfully swatted her arm as I pulled a shirt over my head. "We're just having a conversation; it won't go any further than that." I needed to hear him out, especially since my anger had clouded my judgment and kept me from seeing his side. I was curious to find out if he would try to manipulate me with a sob story instead of taking responsibility for his actions. But if he could face his mistakes honestly, without making excuses, maybe I could start to consider the possibility of forgiveness—maybe.

I knew that giving him a second chance might not be the dma choice, but Satine had a point; he was young and bound to make mistakes. Even now, despite everything that had happened, my feelings for him were still strong. I didn't want to walk away and carry the burden of regret without at least hearing his full side of the story.

"Have you talked to Piett?" I asked, reaching for my car keys on the dresser.

She looked down and shook her head. "No, he's reached out, and I do plan to talk to him eventually—just not right now."

I nodded, fully aware that we were both facing similar struggles. I grabbed my purse from the corner of my bed and slung it over my shoulder. "If he really cares about you, he'll give you all the time you need," I reassured her, and she smiled gratefully in response. "Alright, I need to get going before I'm the one that's late. Are you staying here?"

She nodded and sank onto my bed. "Your aunt is cooking something that smells heavenly, so yes, I'll stay until you get back, and you can fill me in on everything."

"Make sure they save me a plate before you eat it all," I teased, chuckling lightly as I moved toward the door.

With each step closer to leaving, my anxiety grew. I knew this confrontation was necessary, but the fear of disappointment was terrifying.

"No promises." She joked back.

Anakin's POV
"What do you think?" I asked, turning to face my little sister.

She scrutinized my outfit for a moment, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "It could be better, but it'll do," she replied with a casual shrug.

I raised an eyebrow, "But you chose this one."

Another shrug followed. "It seemed better in my mind. I can't explain it." A yawn escaped her lips, and suddenly, everything clicked. I glanced at the clock; it was just past her bedtime. The only reason she was still awake was the nap we had taken earlier, but not long ago, she had been racing around the house with boundless energy. Now, she was on the verge of passing out.

Scooping her up, she nestled her head against my chest. "Let's get you to bed. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow."

She let out a long sigh. "Okay," she murmured, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

I carried her to her room and gently laid her down, tucking the comforter around her. "Obi-Wan is downstairs if you need anything, alright? I'll be back soon." I glanced at the clock again; I had to hurry if I wanted to make it on time. She nodded silently, her weary eyes fixed on me. "I love you," I said, brushing my thumb across her cheek.