Writing Contest [CLOSED]

Writing Prompt C. Contest 1

"Don't think you can read my mind!" Padmè yelled at Anakin.
"Oh, come on! Neither of us want this fight! Let's just calm do--"
"Don't tell me to calm down! I'm not even angry!"
"I have to--"
"Go on another suicide mission, I know! Don't have to remind me! First you go on one, then you read my mind, then you go on another! It's the same thing every week! I can never catch you alone anymore! This is our relationship, and you have to be committed if you want to keep it!"
"I completely agree! And I am committed! I have been dodging this mission all month, just so I can stay here on Coruscant with you! I'm not allowed to love, but I am! You call that uncommitted?!"
"Yes!! You're constantly going off, flying out to who knows where, nearly getting yourself killed, and I am here, trying hard to live a lie, carrying your child, and trying to hope that you'll actually come home from this war!"
"I...have to go. I'll see you next week."
"Argh!" She dodged the kiss Anakin tried to give her, shoved past him, into their bedroom. He took one last look reluctantly, at the one and only picture in the living room. Them, on their wedding day. If only it could be like that again. And he left.