A Love Story

The Theory Of Everything

The Theory Of Everything

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Padme stood in front of the bricks that connect Vallorum and Ben's Diner. She had crossed the property line, and more than one boundary by waiting here for Anakin. She was wearing a white poncho and carrying a mixture of feelings, the sky's terrors, earth's mysteries, and sea's storms – each give birth to life and insanity, making her wonder if it was impossible to feel alive and not crazy at the same time.

She came here not knowing what to expect. A dash of wishful thinking and prismatic ideas smeared across the multilayered skies, whirring in the last of the sunset's rose glow. She was nervous but an excitement whirled around her. It was a natural way to feel around Anakin.

Then she saw an outline, blunt shards of memories and tremors molding the street. Anakin was strutting over, and her doubts became artificial once she saw him haloed by golden hair. Her greeting was vague, shy. Her hands smacked her thighs as she shrugged, "Hi."

Anakin offered a fine smile. His typical impatience didn't cling to him. He was whimsical, centered in a black sweater and denim jeans. He was somewhere between a mandala, the layers of a creature with the power to possess; he could use this to attack or he might just end up purring in your ear.

"So... Where do we start?" She asked, trying not to reciprocate a smile. "The job? Clovis? The fighting?"

"No." Anakin shook his head as he drew nearer, at which Padme's brows had drawn together. Her face seemed to favour the look of peace, prosperity even though her words came aching with an itch to scratch.

"You said you wanted to talk."

"I know, but–" Anakin shoved away the concerns, resolving them with a better investment, an ease, a hand waving away what hinders his manifestations. Talking wasn't all it's cracked up to be; sometimes it erases a heart's raw actions. "Let's put a pin in all that for a second. Let's just forget about Anakin and Padme and all their problems and just go back to basics, when we met and there were no fights, no drama. There wasn't this war between us... We're just a guy and a girl who bumped into each other on the street."

The red shadow that clogged their hearts seemed to have lifted with every word he spoke. The air seemed fresher, and they both felt lighter. Eyes began to glisten, fears began to evaporate, and stars appeared in the sleek purple haze the sun was leaving behind.

Anakin extended an arm like a tree bark of devotion. "Hi, I'm. . .Luke."

"...Anakin–" She turned from his ridiculous hand, reluctant to realize a dream, a resurrection, but his voice pulled her back in.

"–No, no." He corrected. "Luke."

Relaxed shoulders and impractical eyes that made her dizzy – that's what stood in front of her. Danger zones... especially when his insanity is calm like this, preparing her for the unknown, an unfinished chapter.

There were the first signs of white moonlight and his face brightened. It touched her, almost won her over. Almost.

Padme folded her arms and dragged a breath. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the refueled twinkle that had so obviously returned in his eyes. It had been missing for a while. "...Alright, fine. I'll play along. Who am I?"

Anakin smirked and walked around her deftly and gracefully. "You are. . .Leia. You're beautiful, passionate. . .and as crazy as I am."

One final long stride brought him back in front of her, and she recalled it all. How easy it was to love like crazy, how liberating it was when he showed her how to leap with their hearts. Anakin can be swept away by his ideas – and she'd ride right alongside him, embracing it all like he did, embracing what is youthful and old in one soul.