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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.
🌿🌼 My life with you will shine brighter than gold, Memories of heaven for when I get old 🌼🌿
I finally finished this piece, and I’m so happy with how it turned out! I love these three so much and I just want them be happy and go on romantic dates in idyllic flower fields together all the time because they deserve it
“Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice had gone soft, and his hand was warm on Anakin’s arm. “There is no other Jedi I would rather have at my side right now. No other man.”
Anakin turned, and found within Obi-Wan’s eyes a depth of feeling he had only rarely glimpsed in all their years together; and the pure uncomplicated love that rose up within him then felt like a promise from the Force itself.
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Matthew Stover, Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge Of The Sith