Eclipse

Chapter 13- Thunder and Rain

  A murderer. 

How did she never know? Was she so stupid? So ignorant to this force-forsaken world and even towards her one true love; her husband; the only other being in the galaxy she trusted with a portion of her passions and love.... The question kept repeating. 

How? 

How had he fallen from grace so fast and more importantly, how black were her brown eyes that they were inked over so thick that she couldn't see his dark transition? 

Padmé Amidala-Skywalker stood rigid, the only motion over her whole body being the tears that trickled steadfastly down her porcelain cheeks, gazing across the gloomy landscape outside that was trying so hard to mimic her current mood.  

As cliche as it seemed, the sky was crying with her, just like it had been an hour ago when everything she knew was a lie. Blue was grey as the clouds outside, her mocha eyes reflecting in the spotless glass, the rain falling down just like her devastated tears. A hand landed on her belly. 

How did she not see the darkness in his heart? His sparkling eyes that always shone with mischief and something else. She was now trapped in loneliness, granted time to figure out that she should have been paying close attention to that, unidentifiable something else. Her heart was crying because of her own lack of insight. 

As if picking up on it's mothers sorrows, a sharp kick made itself known to the sobbing woman, succeeding by the barest whisper of a smile. Usually, her smile would be wider, her eyes would be brighter than the sun itself as the realization that motherhood approached rapidly, that coupled with the promise of a glowing future. 

But then again, usually Anakin wasn't a wanted man for mass murder either.

The remembrance only served to let the gentle curve of her lips droop as she was now focused on trying to ease the pain, instead of what that pain would blossom into. A new life to protect, a brand new member to the Skywalker clan... such plans they had. If Anakin was here right now, he would throw her a lopsided grin as he pulls back from planting delicate kiss to her crown, just enough to make her eyelashes flutter, his words would be comforting. 

Plans we still have my angel. 

Right. Plans with a prisoner (or worse), who would never see the light of day- let alone see his baby grow into a spunky child with boundless energy, a confused adolescent, cocky and arrogant, just like himself, and a charming adult, searching for a place in this convoluted, humorless, twisted knot of a galaxy.

Blinking back a few more miserable tears, Padmé rested a hand over her tender womb; a womb rounded with a child whose clueless father would remain that way forever, even as a bullet pierced his skull.  

 As she continued to wallow unhealthily and throw her anxiety and anguish into the pouring rain outside, sparks of blue electricity shot out from a device that was so mutilated, one would never believe it had once thrived as a communicator. The sounds of spazzing wires came from the opposite wall, its entire structure was nothing more than a shattered puzzle of indecipherable specks, lighting up the dark, dreary room. 

Padmé Amidala-Skywalker was not one for unbridled rage and temper tantrums, always a woman of optimism, even facing the darkest news. Fury was more her reprobate husbands level of maturity. But tonight her sanity and everything she held dear was the perfect broken mirror of the pieces behind her. 

Shattered. 

If her mind was free to wander long enough, she could conjure the very events that led to this mess quite vividly.