HE FINALLY WAKES — YET HEARTACHE DOESN’T CEASE ; If possible, it has increased, the cuts running deeper when she looks at the man she loved & sees absolute emptiness ( this is better than the FIRES she’d seen burning him, the gold tinging beautiful blue — wasn’t it? ) ❛ You’re awake! ❜ She shouldn’t sound so excited about the waking of a stranger, it’s a belated thought. His voice is rough & achingly familiar yet not & it’s a fresh wound she has to bear. Hands fall from their resting place above her child ( their child — no, he’s gone ) & she forces a smile ( this Anakin no longer knows her, can’t read the pain behind it, feel her turmoil & for that, she is grateful. ) ❛ And safe. ❜ Alive at the very least, & safe from the HAUNTING thoughts she has to face every day, the ghosts of actions he no longer remembers. ❛ You’re — ❜ in the middle of nowhere? On the run? ❛ We are on Tatooine. ❜ Pained realization reminds her that he doesn’t know where that is. ❛ One of the planets on the outer rim. ❜ Cadence softens as concern seeps in ( had it ever left? Will she ever cease to care for Anakin Skywalker – even when he was long gone? ❛ Are you in pain? ❜
❛ —— THE OUTER RIM ? ❜ quick to fall from parted lips is the query , confusion interwining with his every word. perhaps the location should sound familar — it does not. each attempt at remembering something ( anything ) is painfully thwarted by a wall of blankness , a vast hole full of emptiness. fingers raise to rub pulsing temples , frown twisting stone features as eyes flutter shut. for a second he’s alone : surrounding him only the void and nervous flow of his thoughts. my name , my name — why can’t i remember my name ? blue gaze suddenly exposed , set on her face , agitation burning in its depth. somehow there’s an inclination to trust her , a faint whisper claiming she means no harm. it’s in the brightness his awake brings , the concern shining through. LIKE GRAVITY , HIS BODY YEARNS TO MOVE CLOSER. strange feelings are ignored for the sake of clarity ; however tone remains polite , if completely alarmed. ❛ what happened to me ? ❜ interrogation seems endless , fear gripping his heart — this woman , beautiful and sad and alone , she could’ve hurt him. deep down it’s hard to believe ( when she asks if he’s okay , how could someone so divine do him wrong ? ) howbeit he’s tragically defenseless. ❛ who are you ? ❜ silence follows , her question unanswered : why should he give away the only information in his possession ?