The day, truly brought dread to obi-wan. Some deep breaths was all he could do. As he sat up in bed, he couldn't begin to see how broken he was. Losing Satine- the only person who knew Obi wan loved someone, and who knew that person was Anakin, had made him anxious. To see his own master slowly die right there in his arms- obi wan felt so.. undescrible at that moment. The wind felt like the yelling long ago, useless and so full of emotion he barely could hold. He felt it again.. The word come to mind. Broken. Swirling around him- the patience was painted over the sadness and the pain of losing everything you weren't even supposed to have feelings for. To lose himself- the only one thing that was keeping him together, to keep his bones from shattering like glass, to keep his heart alive, to help him from the brokenness that he screamed to leave him- That only one, with eyes like ribbon dancers carving the air the blues of flags and berry pies, his hair, brown as the woods he longed to escape to, and the name that made his soul dance to a beat of hope, his everything, his rescue from himself, his-
"Obi-wan? Are you alright?"
Anakin.
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Sleeping Habits (Obikin Fanfic)
FanfictionHi. this is my first book. I really really have the feels all over this story, and it is a bit intense at times. I'm really excited to write. comments are always appreciated. I sound like a professional. wow. well, imma go be trash and write this.
