Can You Love Me Again?

Chapter 4- Missing you/You're real

Hey everyone! this is the first time skip. Get ready... 8 years! Ya I know wow. But don't worry i'll make it worth it. 8 Years since the hero with no fear was exiled by his old master, since Padmé gave birth to Luke and Leia Nabberie- Skywalker. And 8 whole years since the republic has been trampled over by the Empire. Anyway, enjoy and read on. Remember, one last big time skip after this one i'll make it worth it! :D

It's been 8 years since she saw him last. 8 long years since she held him close in her arms. 8 agonizing years since she seen him smile accompanied by that heartwarming laugh that shimmered through the air like precious silver and twinkle in his electric blue orbs. 8 grueling years since she got to touch a single blonde wave on his perfect scalp. 8 inconsolable years since she'd heard his strong, masculine voice.

8 years of crippling lonesomeness.

Padmé Nabberie Amidala- Skywalker was utterly depressed.

She missed him.

While it is true it's been eight whole years since he was ripped away from her she would still find herself crying for him nearly every day.

She had plenty of attractive males approach her, flirt with her, look at her, send charming gifts and invites out, she was after-all a captivating lady. However none of these men, were him. And that was the only quality she wanted in a man.

She yearned hourly for her reckless husband to allow ambition to fuel him as it always had. If he wanted something, he'd stop at nothing to get it if it held value to him. She constantly found herself wishing he'd break out of banishment and come back to her needy arms. Then maybe she'd be granted a reason to live and he would be with her forever as they raised the twins... together. She had often wondered why he wasn't so diligent when it came to coming back to her. The answer was always the same.

He was gone.

Her childish with was nothing but a dream and doomed to remain as just a dream. That dream also died years ago along with all the fiery spirit she'd ever possessed, believing he'd return in a blaze of his own glory. It was time to face facts though. She should have accepted this years ago.

It had been 8 long years, he had most likely perished years ago. All alone, begging for her to forgive him, love him and save him from Hell. She held hope that Obi-Wan had been lying all those years ago. Held hope that he was actually alive somewhere. However like all the wishes she ever had since that dreadful day on Mustafar, it would be nothing but a distant memory.

Padmé sighed longingly. Her gaze was faraway as she glanced out the window in her kitchen. She had to banish these kinds of memories from her mind. She could cry later-and there would be a later. Happiness seemed so long ago she had forgotten what it meant to encounter the foreign emotion the one they call joy. She had to be her parental nothing-is-wrong-enjoy-the-cookies persona. However this day was different from all the other days that she bawled throughout.

It had been 8 years to the day. Today was the 8th anniversary of his banishment.

Today was the twins 8th birthday.

It was after all a gorgeous day on Naboo, Varykino, a perfect day for celebration. If only she could find the motive to. The sun rays shone onto the grass, warming the meadow she and the kids frolicked so often in. 'And where we had our picnic so long ago...' she thought miserably. The light glistened on and above the stunning bondi casting a warm glow over the oligotrophic lake of Varykino. Even though she was nearly blinded by the lights, she felt nothing but dark and cold. The only real light she had left was her precious children.