𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑-𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 | ❝WE ARE CURSED TO BE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS, FOR OUR LOVE WAS FORBIDDEN AND FATED TO END TRAGICALLY. A LOVE STORY THAT LASTS ALL TOO BRIEFLY AND ONLY WRITTEN ACROSS THE STARS❞
In which, the young handsome 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖...
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𝐗𝐈 | 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 + 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀
𝙼𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙸𝚂𝙻𝙴𝚈, 𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝟐𝟐 𝐁𝐁𝐘
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐄 hung high in the afternoon sky, casting long shadows over the arid landscape.
The bustling spaceport of Mos Eisley, with its domed buildings and winding streets, was a hive of activity, but the Lars homestead, nestled in the desolate expanse of the desert, was a place of somber stillness.
The homestead, a modest collection of sunken structures and moisture vaporators, stood as a testament to the resilience of its inhabitants against the harsh environment.
The air was dry and hot, the ground a cracked mosaic of sand and stone, stretching endlessly under the relentless gaze of the suns.
In this stark setting, a small gathering had formed around a simple grave marked by a modest headstone.
Bella Trueblood stood beside Anakin Skywalker, her presence a pillar of strength and grace.
She wore a black dress that clung to her slender frame, a black cloak draped over her shoulders, and black high heels that sank slightly into the sandy ground.
Her chestnut curls were elegantly pinned up in an intricate updo, a few loose tendrils framing her flawless face.
The somber attire contrasted sharply with her usual vibrant appearance, reflecting the gravity of the occasion.
Anakin, his face etched with grief, stood beside her, his eyes fixed on the grave of his mother, Shmi Skywalker.
The pain of loss was palpable in his gaze, a deep sorrow that seemed to weigh heavily on his shoulders.
C-3PO, the ever-loyal protocol droid, stood nearby, his golden exterior a stark contrast to the muted tones of the desert.
The Lars family—Cliegg Lars, his son Owen, and Owen's girlfriend, Beru Whitesun—stood together, their faces solemn.
Cliegg, a weathered man with a kind but weary expression, held his hat in his hands, his eyes reflecting the loss of his beloved wife.
Owen, a young man with a strong build and determined demeanor, stood protectively beside Beru, whose gentle presence brought a touch of warmth to the somber scene.
As the gathering stood in solemn silence, Cliegg Lars hovered forward, his weathered face etched with sorrow and love.
He took a deep breath, his voice steady but filled with emotion as he began to speak.
