Maybe It Was Never Meant To Be

Him.

Silence. Worn paths once filled with music now occupied by the ghosts of the past. It never used to be this way, I was happy once.

I'm a Jedi. There. I said it. I know what you're thinking - 'it's a cult', or 'why would you put yourself through that'. But trust me, they're good guys, or at least that's what I thought until I met him. Tall, dark, beautiful him. We were going to be together forever, until I became a coward when it mattered most. He's a Sith you see, so I guess opposites really do attract. He taught me about the ways of the force, and how the Jedi abuse it to their advantage. He offered to be my master, and I almost went for it. But I don't know, I've never left my comfort zone, would I even survive?

That was the fun of it, I guess. Jedi vs Sith, light vs dark, 2D yellow shape vs 40 year old bald guy. But we weren't so different, mind you. Neither of us have working legs.

It's too late now, anyway. I'll never know what could have been. I can still dream about it though, imagining what life would be like. I'm doing it right now. Something seems different though, not quite right. That's not my thought. Who's thought is this? Why are they in my head?

Him. Darth Vader.

'PacMan, see the error of your ways. Join me at last.'