❝ Don't blame me, love made me crazy
If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
Timothee Skywalker and
Padme Amidala are not
allowed to fall in love
because of the Jedi C...
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The twin suns of Tatooine cast their relentless glare upon the desolate landscape, as I arrived back to the farm. Owen came running out of the house, followed closely by Beru and Padme, their faces etched with grief. Cliegg,determined despite his injuries, followed them on his hovering chair.
I got off my speeder and set about unbuckling a gray blanket from it that had my mother's lifeless body wrapped in it. Then I lifted her off the speeder and cradled her in my arms. Cliegg turned his gaze to the floor as I looked at him, while Beru and Owen stared after me as I walked down a flight of stairs.
Padme found me later inside the garage. I stood next to a workbench and tinkered with a piece of metal that belonged to the speeder. My movements seemed somehow exaggerated. I was frustrated. "I brought you something. Are you hungry?" Padme asked me, her voice calm. I guess she didn't want to worry meany more than I already was. She hold a tray of food and drink in her hands.
I glanced at her and returned then to work. "The shifter broke on that damn speeder. " I replied her, my voice was dripping with suffering. "Life seems so much simpler when you're fixing things." I said as Padme put the tray of food and drink down on the workbench."I'm very good at fixing things, always was. But I couldn't . . ." My voice failed. I was glad that Padme didn't ask me. She probably knew what I meant.
"Why did she have to die?" I asked as I stopped what I was doing and turned my gaze to her. For the first time, she saw something in my eyes, like hatred and anger. These emotions had often been seen in me, just not in this intensity. "Why couldn't I save her?" I now said in a raised voice. "I know I could have!" I squinted my eyes and walked away from her to escape her gaze.
"Sometimes there are things no one can fix."Padme ran after me and tried to offer me her help. She probably didn't want me to move away from her, to decide not to listen to her anymore. "You're not all-powerful,Timmy."
"Well, I should be!" I replied her, almost shouting, and my anger was clear. "Someday I will be... I will be the most powerful Jedi ever!" I said and turned back to her. "I promise you." My gaze bored into Padme's insides, making sure that she would always carry that memory with her.
"I will even learn to stop people from dying!" I added determinedly. And I meant it. Every word I said, I meant sincerely. I would learn to prevent dying, I would even learn to bring back the deceased. I promised myself that,I swore. Never again would I let go a person who was important to me.
"Timothee..."Padme said my name like a prayer. She tried to calm me down again. "This is all Obi Wan's fault!" I said again with a raised voice. I tried to find someone to blame for my failure, for my suffering. "He's jealous! He knows I'm already more powerful than he is. He's holding me back!"
In my rage,I threw the wrench I was holding across the garage,where he flew into a wall and fell clattering onto some spare parts. "What's wrong,Timmy?" Padme asked me almost inaudibly, but loud enough for me to hear.
