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Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith | by Matthew Stover
She felt a stirring below her ribs. Away from us, she amended, and there was so much love and fear and joy and loss all swirling and clashing within her that she dared not speak. She only stared blindly out across the smog-shrouded cityscape as Obi-Wan came close to her shoulder.
“Padme,” he said softly. Gently. Almost regretfully. “I will not tell the Council of this. Any of it. I’m very sorry to burden you with this, and I hope I haven’t upset you too much. We have all been friends for so long… and I hope we always will be.”
“Thank you, Obi-Wan,” she said faintly. She couldn’t look at him. From the corner of her eye she saw him incline his head respectfully and turn to go.
For a moment she said nothing, but as his footsteps receded she said, “Obi-Wan?”
She heard him stop.
“You love him, too, don’t you?”
When he didn’t answer, she turned to look. He stood motionless, frowning, in the middle of the expanse of buff carpeting.
“You do. You love him.”
He lowered his head. He looked very alone.
“Please do what you can to help him,” he said, and left.
There’s probably a German compound word for that feeling you get at 2am when you’re single in your mid twenties and the creeping doubt that you’ve somehow missed your only chance at love because you didn’t meet someone in college and now it’s too late
The german word you are looking for is ‘Torschusspanik’
