Celestial Bonds - ANAKIN SKYWALKER - WTM

CHAPTER FIVE

Eva stares in complete shock as her future self and Anakin share a heated kiss.

Passion and years of longing pour from their romantic embrace as they pour every ounce of love, longing, care, and passion into the gesture.

Her heart is trapped in that perpetual racing as her cheeks very characteristically bathe in its familiar red. All sense of breathing seemed to have escaped her as her eyes stared absently at the passionate bliss projected before her.

Anakin is in a similar state as he stares transfixed with a beaming smile on his face. For the past ten years, Anakin doesn't know how many times he's wished to kiss her, but now that he did - technically he didn't consider it's the future but he's going to ignore that technicality - he kissed her. She's kissing him. They're kissing. Anakin is caught between the temptation of kissing her now or to fist pump the air and let out a loud celebratory whoop, consequences be damned.

Eva can't help but lose herself to the all-consuming kiss that she's only ever dreamed of happening for months now. She allows it to wash away all her worries and stresses and simply be. The world seems to disappear the more she and Anakin lean into each other, their lips dancing to the silent rhythm of their racing hearts. She breathes him in, her soul moulding around him as if they were one, as if they were two halves that have been missing for so long and only now, with their kiss, were they finally reunited.

Eva would have allowed herself to fully immerse into the kiss if it weren't for the blaring reminder that what they were doing is wrong, and that there's repercussions. Her eyes widen and she suddenly pushes him away; she ignores the cold that immediately greets her lips, and the way her heart cries gut wrenching tears or how her soul seemed to cleave in two, desperately clinging to their fleeting hold.

Her hands are pressed against Anakin's chest as she slounches down trying to catch the oxygen which Anakin's kiss so selfishly stole.

Anakin watches her, eyes dark, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He watches the girl in such heart-aching awe and wonder, desperate to return her back in his arms and press his lips into hers once again. He wants to catch that feeling their kiss invoked, the intense feeling of home, of acceptance, of love, a thing he's been without for over a decade. He wants to feel it. He wants to feel her.

He leans in to kiss her once more, to recapture that euphoria he felt when his lips touched hers but Eva pulls back. "No," Eva breathes in a panicked breath. She stands straight and looks at him. "I shouldn't have done that." She shakes her head and backs away.

Anakin feels his heart shatter as he feels the weight of her rejection. "I'm sorry. When I'm around you my mind is no longer my own." Anakin steps closer to her but she backs away once more, avoiding the hand he stretched towards her.

Suddenly filled with a desperate urge to cry, Eva turns and escapes the balcony in haste, her hand covering her mouth as if to revive the warmth that was stolen from it.

Anakin raises his hand as if to stop her but she manages to slip past. A lone tear slides down Anakin's face as he stands, frozen, feeling the large canyon separating the two as he watches her run away from him.

Eva avoids the seeping sadness that penetrates her senses and oozes from the heartbroken boy beside her. No matter how much she wishes to be with him, duty and honour take precedent. Anakin always wanted to be a Jedi - that she knows, and relationships are forbidden, so she doesn't wish to be the reason for his expulsion if their attachments were revealed - in the off chance where she decided to screw all proprietary and indgule in her heart's desires, that is. She doesn't want to be the reason Anakin can't fulfil his dreams.