𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 || Anakin Skywalker

𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀: 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕.*

Sersi's pov

It had been a couple of days since I last saw Anakin. I was upset about the necklace. I tried getting over it, I really did. I understand where he's coming from when he says he doesn't want to me wearing it in case I get hurt or something bad happens, that I get. But that doesn't make up for the fact that I can't have an ounce of privacy on this bloody ship. I never used to mind having him know my thoughts. But that was before he saw every single one of them. It was different when I still had things I could hide. I'm not upset with him for what happened, and I never will be. It was not his fault and I wanted to protect him.

But now, now I really have no privacy. Nothing was mine anymore. So when he said he couldn't hear my thoughts when I wore it, it made me want it more. I wanted it so that I could sit and think without him knowing everything. So I could have things be private and my own. Everything was shared now.

I'm conflicted about how I feel towards the situation. On one hand, it's a necklace. It isn't that big of a deal. On the other hand, that necklace was the only thing that gave me a fundamental right to privacy. I didn't know what to do, I want to see Anakin and just forget about the whole thing, to hell with privacy. But I also want to stand my ground and make a point that I deserve some freedom to think and feel things alone. I know he would feel the same way as me if the situations were reversed. I want to have the choice to talk to him about things. I want to pick and chose what I do and don't tell him– not that I would ever keep a secret from him. I would tell him everything anyways, but the point is that I should have the choice to.

I've been thinking about this so much it's given me a stupid headache. I let out a groan, my head falling back onto my pillow as I stared up at my ceiling. I needed to let it go. Forget about it. Soon enough I'll have my necklace back and it'll be as if nothing even happened so why should I sit here and drive myself crazy over it?

My thoughts were cut off by a sharp knock at my door, causing me to sit up. It was almost one in the morning, I don't know who would be knocking on my door at that time. I slowly walked over to the door, looking through the peephole. I sighed lightly, opening the door to reveal the man whose been tormenting every thought I've had for weeks.

"Hey." I said quietly as he stepped into the room, the door quickly closing and locking behind him.

"I'm sorry Sersi. I didn't mean to make you this upset." He spoke softly, his blue eyes looking into mine as he placed his hands on my cheeks.

"It's okay." I sighed, leaning into his touch.

I have wanted nothing more than to be in his arms for the last few days I hadn't seen him. He had been gone for a week, then we had our little spat and I hadn't seen him after. I missed him a lot, and I wanted to talk to him about everything and anything and kiss him and feel him close.

"It's not. I shouldn't have gotten upset with you. I was just scared that I couldn't feel you. I hear you, and I understand." He kissed my cheek softly, making me melt against his touch.

"I'm just frustrated, Ani. You know everything about me, and I love that– I really do. But sometimes I wish there were things I had to myself, you know?" My hands slowly wrapped around his own waist, clasping together behind his back.

"I know, sweet girl. I'm sorry." He murmured against my cheek, making me feel tingles across my whole body.

"Let's just forget about it, okay? I missed you too much to be upset with you anymore." I tugged him towards my bed, forcing us both to move towards it.

He let me go for a few seconds so he could remove some clothes as he climbed into the bed beside me. I laid so that I could face him as one arm laid under my neck and the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to him.