Recognize Hidden Patterns of My Own Demise

Recognizing the First Pattern

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<span>Anakin woke up in the middle of the night. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach. The pain was so bad. It felt like he was Mustafar again. He slowly got out of bed without alerting Padmé. As he did he felt something inside of his throat. He ran for the fresher and sat on his knees in front of the toilet. Anakin began to violently throw up blood into the toilet. His body was shaking after he was finished. The pain in his stomach was gone but he didn't understand what had happened.</span>
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<span>Padmé woke up to see that Anakin wasn't with her anymore. Maybe it was just a dream. A nice dream where everything went right. She had the man of her dreams in her arms as pleasured her and made her feel loved. Padmé held off her tears at the idea that the night before was just a dream. She got out of her bed and began to walk down the hallway between the living room and her bedroom, hoping she would see Anakin. She was walking when she heard the worst sound ever come from the bathroom. She heard someone throwing up? Water splashed loudly and could be heard all around the apartment. Padmé opened the door.</span>
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<span>Anakin heard the door open and looked to see Padmé standing there. He knew she noticed the blood when her face changed to one of horror and concern. "Ani, what happened? You need a doctor, I'm calling Cordé." Anakin had felt so tired and weak after what happened. He watched as Padmé quickly called Cordé and came running back over to him.</span>
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<span>Anakin palmed her cheek with his hand. "You shouldn't worry about me Padmé. I'll be fine." Padmé shook her head. "How could you say that? Ani, you threw up blood, you're not okay. I will always be worried about you. Let me help you." Anakin stared back at her and saw the tears threatening to fall. She was worried about him badly. She looked like she did on Mustafar except now she was in a simple white gown.</span>
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<span>Anakin wasn't sitting in front of her anymore. He was on Mustafar and he was choking her. All of his actions from the last day came back to him. He couldn't do this. Not after everything he did. Even if he didn't kill her, he still attacked his wife. She didn't survive childbirth because of him. She was pure, bright, brilliant, intelligent, talented, beautiful, the full embodiment of love and kindness. On the other hand he was the embodiment of hatred, rage, revenge, ignorance, dark, cold, the full embodiment of evil and darkness. Anakin wasn't aware of his surroundings. He kept watching his hand rise and choke the life out of her. Voices yelling out at him that he was a failure, a murderer, a mistake. The voices said on one loved him. Not his mother, not Ahsoka, not his siblings, and Padmé certainly didn't love him.</span>
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<span>Padmé didn't know what to do with Anakin. He was now curled up in a ball muttering to himself. All she could do was wrap her arms around him and wait for Cordé to arrive. She was good at comforting people and that was what Anakin needed at this moment. She felt his arms wrap around her and heard him sobbing into her chest. Cordé arrived five minutes later. She helped Padmé move him into the living room. Cordé rubbed his back and whispered into his ear. "You're okay Ani. You're okay, you don't have to be afraid."</span>
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<span>Anakin heard the voice of someone familiar. They sounded like a handmaiden. He looked up to see Cordé. He wasn't in a room full of the people he killed anymore. He leaned back and fell into multiple pillows set up for him. Padmé walked into the room with Tea and walked over to him. She kissed his forehead. "Breathe with me Ani. In... and out... in... and out..." Anakin hadn't realized he was breathing so heavily until she pointed it out. Once he was calmed down he looked at both of them. "Thank you. You didn't have to help me though." Anakin's words were soft and low.</span>
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