|| Uninvited || An Anakin Skywalker Story

Chapter Fifty Nine

Helloooo! Sorry for the delay, y'all. This one took me a long time to write. I wanted to make sure I got it right. Still not sure if I nailed it, but I didn't want to leave you all hanging.

As usual, let me know what you think and if you have any questions.

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Anakin's POV

I have been called rash or careless more times than I care to count. I mean shit, Obi-Wan has called me reckless more than my own name.

And in the past, I would scoff and mentally justify every single action I have ever taken. So sure that I was always one step ahead. My arrogance led me to believe I just know better.

Even when I accidently tripped those fucking alarms this morning coming in from my meeting with Jabba, I was able to weave together an internal narrative that validated my reasons for sneaking out without Kels knowing. For keeping her in the dark. And for being careless enough to trigger a fucking surveillance droid.

It was an amateur move. But it was for her own protection. 

However, she's not stupid. I could sense apprehension from her all morning. And as much as I tried to bury it by dialing into the natural chemistry that always draws us together, a festering panic began to gnaw at the back of my mind. And when she looked up at me with those heartache-inducing silver eyes and begged me to tell her everything, I knew I should. And I felt like scum on the bottom of a fucking Jawa's boot for withholding from her.

But I just needed to get through this impending attack on the temple, I needed to keep her far away from this mess. My only priority is keeping Kels safe, alive and happy. She has experienced so much loss, so much bullshit, and yet she still has hope for a better future. A future that has become intertwined with mine.

So how can I deliver the news that I keep getting visions in my sleep of her fucking dying during this temple attack? Just like the visions that ultimately led to the death of my mother.

I physically couldn't get the words past my lips. I can't do that to her. I can save her.

And once this gods damned attack is finally over with, I will tell her every single fucking thing she wants to know. I'll be an open book, allowing her to analyze and decipher every single word on every single page.

But now as she stood in front of me, eyes filled with anger, I began to question my carefully constructed resolve. The air in the small ship was thick with tension and I suddenly realized that while I'm not afraid of much, I'm fucking terrified of letting down the curious little temple cook who holds my heart in the palm of her hand.

I wouldn't be the one to crush her delicate dreams of the future. Because it's a future I desperately want as well.

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Kels's POV

Anakin couldn't keep his gaze focused. His eyes darted between various corners of the ship before landing on mine. And as if he couldn't bear to look me in the eye, his eyes were again on the floor, darting between our dust ridden boots.

I stood still, waiting for the ship door to close and cut us off from the busy port just outside. However, with each second that passed, it became more difficult to breathe steadily. A heaviness settled on my chest spurred on by frustration and dread.