n// sorry for the long chapter y'all but there was so much to cover and i didn't want to split it into two parts so here u go!! enjoy my loves <3
It felt like Ryha had merely blinked by the time that she was being woken up, and for a moment it felt like all was well and normal in her life. But that all came crashing down as soon as Anakin opened his mouth.
"Wake up, Ry! We have to get to the race!"
Sitting up straight, Ryha hopped out of bed without hesitation, rushing to Anakin's side. She couldn't believe that she had been sleeping at a time like this — but she was up now, and that's all that mattered.
"Why didn't you wake me earlier?" she asked groggily as they all stumbled out of the hut and began making their way to the arena.
"Because you needed sleep." Anakin shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Which, to him, it was. But to Ryha, she was wasting the last minutes she might've ever had with her beloved best friend sleeping. The thought made her stomach lurch, and she wanted to curl up in a ball and cry at the thought of him not being there for her anymore, but she didn't. She walked alongside the boy, pulling a wagon that contained an engine of sorts, while he pulled one that carried the other parts of the engine. The walk there was relatively short, but with every step Ryha's heart got heavier and heavier, until it ultimately felt like there was a boulder in her chest. But as they walked into the arena, they passed Watto, who looked up at them with a look Ryha couldn't place.
"Better stop your friend's betting," he sneered, looking between the group and Qui-Gon. "Or I'll end up owning him, too."
After his comment, he walked off, laughing to himself in the way that Ryha detested so much.
"What did he mean by that?" Anakin asked, looking up at the Jedi expectantly.
"I'll tell you later."
And although the answer left Ryha feeling even more concerned, Anakin seemed to brush it off just fine, turning to his best friend with a smile on his face.
"Isn't this wizard, Ry?" he asked excitedly.
Unable to remain sober around his infectious moods, Ryha found herself putting her worries and fears aside, and agreeing.
"This is amazing," she agreed. "I'm sure you'll do it this time, Annie."
"Do what?" Padmé asked.
"Finish the race." Ryha replied.
"You've never won a race?!"
"Well... not exactly..."
"Not even finished?!"
Anakin looked up at the young woman with a sheepish look on his face, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck with embarrassment. However, his bashful attitude was only there for a moment before he sobered up with confidence once more.
"Besides, Ryha's right. I'll finish this time, and better yet, I'll win."
"Of course you will." Qui-Gon intruded, giving him a fatherly clap on the shoulder. "Now, let's get you on the tracks. The race is going to start any minute now, Anakin."
Nodding, Anakin got the rest of his stuff to the tracks, and made some of his last minute adjustments, all while Ryha and Shmi watched from the sidelines. Above her, the crowd was cheering, as the disgusting monster that she'd grown to know as Jabba the Hutt had just entered the arena. The minutes that she had left with Anakin seemed to be going by at a speed that she wasn't anticipating, and the very thought of it was enough to put her in tears.
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Fanfiction"clinging to me, like a last breath you would breathe, you were like home to me." in which anakin skywalker finds his way home to the only girl that ever felt like one.
