i hear him. i feel him. his pain, him screaming in agony, calling for me. but i cannot see him, all i hear are the screams of pain. i felt tears drip down my face, although i was asleep. i wanted to call for him, to hug him, to comfort him, to heal him.
i woke up when i sensed a different feeling, some sort of pain, but different. rather than a call for help, it was a plead of longing. they stop suddenly and i get up anyways, the sounds of pain haunted me.
anakin's screams made me feel hollow, empty. i reach for him knowing he'll never turn around to notice the hand that reaches for him. he's always reaching for something else and i won't ever stop reaching for him. i realized this much early on.
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i enter the balcony to see anakin meditating, or at least trying to. "you saw her again, didn't you?" anakin stays quiet and i understood immediately. "do you ever miss your family?" anakin asks and i smile at the thought of the family i hadn't seen for years, "i miss them to death, but i don't think i'm considered family anymore."
anakin looks at me as if to ask me to go on, "i haven't ever met my little brother, he was born after i left and my sweet sister, she's taken the burden of a kingdom that she doesn't need. she's sixteen and taken the burden of someone who she doesn't even remember." i choke on the words, my throat tightening. "and your parents?" i stay quiet before answering, "they died when we were fourteen." "oh, i'm sorry."
we stay in a comfortable silence until padmè comes inside the balcony. "ah, you're here." she says noticing me until she notices the rude tone in her voice and she apologizes. my lips quirk up slightly and i nod at her as if to say it's alright. padmè sighs and i could only think, no wonder he fell for her. anakin almost brightens at the sight of her before deflating again.
they exchange a conversation until i butt in, "i for one, agree with the princess." "princess?" "sorry, senator, but in my defense you do like one." i correct myself while complimenting padmè, the senator blushes slightly while anakin's jaw drops. "anyways, as long as we protect her, she should be fine. i don't want your mental health putting her in danger." anakin gives in and i give him a smug grin.
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we reach watto's shop and anakin helps padmè down. "you aren't going to help me down?" anakin looks at me exasperatedly, i scoff. "i'm a princess y'know." he rolls his eyes and helps me down and i smile at him sweetly, "thank you." and then i proceed to step on his foot and walk away like i didn't notice.
he sighs, clearly over it, he decides not to do anything and walk towards watto's shop and sits down. "no chuba da wanga, da wanga!" watto says to the droids helping him. "chut, chut, watto," anakin intervenes.
"go ana bopa." watto says to the droids. the droids nap into their storage position and anakin asks him to help with it. i look around, bored. the heat didn't take much toll on me but the mosquito's sure did. although i was born on kyr, i wasn't raised there so i wasn't quite used to the mosquitos.
i could feel stares on us, but mostly me since i wasn't wearing my cloak. i look back to anakin again. he looked grim and i walk towards him and put my hand on his shoulder, "did you get what you needed?" watto's brows rose, "you sure know how to pick em', huh ani?" we ignore watto completely, "did you get it?" i ask him again, "yes, i got the information." i nod, "let's get a move on then."
AUTHOR'S NOTE☆
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(in my defense i'm better at graphics than i am at writing)
