I've run out of inspiration, so I'm just going to end this here. I'm sowwy. >.<
Anakin gasped for breath, clinging onto life. His children, now nineteen years old, were coming. He felt it. He was slumped near the wall of the Jedi Temple. He hadn't been doing anything, but then Sidious attacked, without any warning. He had watched as the blade plunged through him, all red light. And, the Sith Lord had left no trace, only his body.
"Dad." Luke ran over to his father. "What happened?"
Anakin lifted up his arm, breathing heavily. He didn't want to leave the children, but he had to. Padme's voice suddenly sounded from above.
"Ani. I love you. They'll be fine, you took care of them when I couldn't, and I can't ask for more than that. Be strong."
Padme's face came into view, but she was hidden from Luke and Leia, who were crying beside him.
"They won't forget you. You'll soon join me, and finally, you'll be forgiven."
Anakin lifted his head, and looked his daughter in the eyes.
"I'm sure you will make me proud. Do as much, or as little as you want to help defeat the evil in this galaxy." He then turned to Luke. "Be the greatest Jedi you can ever be. I'll be with you."
Anakin smiled, and fell to the ground, and closed his eyes.
***
"I love you Padme." Anakin said.
"I love you too."
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FORGIVEN - Star Wars - Short Story
RandomCOMPLETED. After nearly a decade of being Darth Vader, Anakin was tired. Tired of what he had become. Tired of killing innocent Jedi. Before, he was so blinded by anger, he couldn't think straight about the choice he was about to make. But, finally...
