Unspoken Words (Obi-Wan X Reader)

Almost

You flew through the halls of the Jedi Temple, using the Force to aid your speed. Unlike when you were a padawan, you didn't care who saw you or your lack of composure. You had to get to the medical wing.
When Master Yoda returned from the battle against the evil ex-Jedi, you had been present to hear the news. Though as soon as you'd heard that Anakin and Obi-Wan were injured in the fight, you rushed to them. You wanted nothing more than to see them alright.
Finally, you arrived at the medical hall. You pushed your way through to the surgery area, only able to glance at Anakin's body from outside the room, lying unconscious on the operating table while they worked on his severed hand. Knowing you could do nothing for him, you moved on, looking for the care room that they had Obi-Wan in.
Just as you were about to ask a nurse walking by for the location of him, you heard his voice call out from a room on your right, "Y/N?" You whipped around to see him struggling to sit up on a cot, throwing his legs over the edge and only using one arm. You rushed toward him, immediately demanding, "No no no! Lie back down! Don't get up for me!"
"It's fine. They said I'll be back to normal in a few–"
You cut him off, "Oh, look at you! Your arm! Your leg! I'm so sorry Obi-Wan!" You fluttered around him, worry creasing your features as you examined his bandaged wounds, placing a hand on his leg.
There it was again, that motherly worry that he loved so much. Your hand on his leg, Obi-Wan swallowed thickly. He knew he shouldn't think about you in that way, but as time wore on, it got harder and harder.
"I should have come with you. I don't know why I didn't. I had this feeling, but I had no idea it would be like this. And Anakin! His hand! I'm so, so sorry! I could've helped, I could've done something. This is all my faul–" Now it was his turn to interrupt, gently placing his hand on your cheek and making your heart beat a million miles a minute, "Shh! This is not your fault, Y/N. How could this be your fault? I will be fine in a few days, and as for Anakin... He'll have a new hand fashioned. Everything is all right. Just calm down." You took a deep breath, listening to his advice. "Though I love how you worry about me." Obi-Wan smirked.
"If we were still padawans..." You huffed in annoyance and he laughed at your expression. Then the Jedi's face sobered and he quietly breathed, "In all seriousness though, thank you. For everything." His hand found your face again, and his thumb stroked your cheek. You stared into his blue eyes, knots twisting in your stomach and making you feel sick. Then you noticed Obi-Wan leaning towards you, ever so slightly. The knots tightened and your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest. For a moment, you thought he might kiss you. For a moment, you almost let it happen. You wanted nothing more than to let his lips press against yours and fan the flames of your forbidden love, but you knew you couldn't.
So you turned your head away, removed your hand from his leg and stepped back, away from the love of your life. Obi-Wan's hand dropped. You bit you lip and muttered, "I-I should–should go... Do...something..." Without looking back, you fled into the hall. You only made it a few steps before stopping. You had to take a deep breath, tears filling your eyes as you realized you had given up the only chance you had at being with Obi-Wan, but knowing that it was for the best. You took one more deep breath before pushing yourself forward, past the nurses and doctors, and past the feelings that would destroy you.
But you knew you couldn't escape from them for long. They would come back. Like they always did. As long as Obi-Wan looked at you with those eyes and smiled that smile, you knew. You knew that you couldn't fight your love for him.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan sat in the medical room, staring at the empty doorway you had fled through. He cursed himself for scaring you off. It seemed obvious now that you didn't have the same feelings for him as he did for you. But oh how he wanted to kiss you, to hold you face and pour into the kiss the passion he had sworn to abandon. But now it was clear that would never happen. It could never happen. With a broken finality, Obi-Wan pushed aside his feelings for you. From now on he would try to salvage his friendship with you, but keep it just that, an innocent friendship. If you would so allow it, after his blundering mistake.
The Jedi sighed, realizing how foolish it had been for him to lose control over his emotions. But somewhere deep inside, he knew that he would never truly be able to escape those feelings for long. As long as you fluttered with worry over people and smiled with those twinkling (e/c) eyes, he knew. He knew that he couldn't fight his love for you.