Sequel - A broken galaxy for us to fix

|| And just like That... ||

An orange glow engulfed the planet around them. Yellows and pinks dancing across the shifting tides of lava.

In its misery and despair, the planet was blossoming into something beautiful. Something worth seeing as smoke and ash slowly lead way to a dark hue of pink sunlight.

Ahsoka's eyes did not leave the melting colours of the horizon, its beauty breath taking.

Not as Padmes scream pierced the silence of this planet.

Slowly... she brought her gaze to the massacre infront of them. Her vision wobbling as her own tears flowed down her cheeks and her knees gave out.

Obiwans body was crumbled to the floor. Golden hair singed from the lava near him, robe invaded with dirt. His lightsabre on the dark bank above him.

She thought of the clone wars, thought of all the time she'd known him and yet never, has she seen him so vulnerable.

The wind blew of his body, causing his hair to dance and robe to crumble, as it the planet was willing him to wake up.

He was alive. The force had dared to tell Ahsoka that much.

To what extent- she could not bring herself to check. Not when-

She gulped bringing her gaze to Padme. But the senator was not paying attention to her. In fact, the planet could have exploded into a battle field and Ashoka was sure Padme would not notice. Her hazel eyes were transfixed, staring unblinkingly at the corpse infront of them.

It laid sprawled in the shadowy ashes of the lavas shore. As if it had spent it last moments alive clawing desperately to safety. Smoke trailed off its greyed bones and floated into the atmosphere elegantly like it was a ballerina.

The smell of cooked flesh was overwhelming, suffocating the air around them. Padme didn't seem to care, she gravitated towards it slowly as if her soul were tied to it.

She had stopped screaming, not out of will but because her throat at given out. Her hand to her heart she chocked on her own breath frozen right infront of the horror. Stopped in her presuit to reach him.... By something Ahsoka could not see.

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Her emotions were a storm within her, dragging her down as she stared at what was left of him.

Anakin Skywalker.

Her best friend.

Her lover.

Her husband.

Her soulmate.

Her everything.

The burning corpse, disfigured like it had been shredded by a rapid animal, blurred in the background of her vision.

She refused to look at it. Felt neausa every time it focused into her view.

She couldn't even recognise it as Anakin, the smell of burning flesh burning her nose as she gagged.

No. The remains of her husband wasn't what had her so transfixed. Unable to move.

But the light of gold reflecting the rising sun on the ashy grounds before her.

The undeniable proof that this was Anakin. Burned before her. And dead.

Slowly, her body shaking with the might of her chocked sobs. She kneeled to the ground. Her hand closing on his robotic hand that lay on the ground.

It was burned to the worst, wires singed and ashy, sparking into the dark ground and searingly hot at the touch.

She didn't care. As she lightly touched the only recognisable part of him with her finger. It lay by the rest of him. As if he had used it to try to crawl away from his torturous fate.