oldsouls

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“you are so holy and angelic, a creature of light. For me, a being sinful and sick, you gift me back life.” anakin s. x devoted fem! reader

summary: overwhelmed by a beautiful and shy young woman, anakin decides to have fun with the daughter of those who offer him hospitality, and he won't care if it's what he wants or not.

advertences: DARK CONTENT!!: religion, a prayer, constant devotion, angst, profiteering, infidelity, noncon, breeding perversion, riding, future unwanted pregnancy, threats, locking hands, interrupted innocence, missing an oath, age difference, adultery.

words: 5.0K

"Our Father," kneeling before Christ Crucified, heavenly white veil placed over the light hair, crossed necklace hanging over the breast, two braids hanging innocently on each side of the head, pure white vestments adorning the tender body and intertwined hands remaining in front of the golden face. "Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name, Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven." teary eyes imploring help, nose tenderly red from the impending weeping and lips quivering with the passing of time. "Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil." voice in full youthful bloom, as sweet and shy as a daisy.

"Lord my God, today I come to beseech you to give peace to my heart, harmony in my home, blessing for my family, protection in my days and nights of affliction, keep evil away from me and my loved ones, cover us with your Holy Mantle, keep us away from enemies and guide me all the days of my life, because my soul trusts in you, make me rest in my nights of fear." she lowers her head a little with pity and a sweet tear escapes her eyes. "God..." she cannot bear the pain, she feels it is not enough to be on her knees imploring help and her heart squeezes miserably inside her narrow body. She stands groping slowly and wretchedly, her legs ache from the continuous work at home, her eyes are dull as much as her hope, her hands never part and also ache from the constant prayers she has made. The dress floats as she moves about the room, the veil remains on her head and she stands to one side of Christ Crucified; resting her hands together on a corner where the much glorified representation of Jesus rested.

"Give me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change." as she speaks she shakes her head with each word, desperate for help. She seeks the way with God, has faith that he hears her, that he will shelter her and not cast her aside and forget her. "The courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to recognize the difference."

He has watched her intently since she entered the Holy Church, forgets his work as a Jedi that he must perform on the planet and delights in her in full youthful bloom, as tender in his eyes as an angel. He sees how she prays, how she kneels for a divinity, how her complete devotion is to someone of very dubious existence, how she places her faith in someone who gives her no sign, how her pure appearance makes her so like the cherubim with tender cheeks. Anakin has been smitten by her, by her remarkable good heart, by her beauty that betrays her as an innocent creature, by her incessant prayers that he would love for him. The uncontainable attraction he has for the young woman drives him out of his mind, drives him crazy, unhinged and longing for everything from her. He watches hungrily and thirstily as her little body moves through the church, how that virginal dress tightens and hangs loose in the exact parts he desires, how those childish Mary Janes make her look like a child along with the long white stockings that reach below her knee, how her cross necklace hangs down and the braids fall adorably on the sides of her head, along with the chaste veil that make her look like a virgin.

"Dear God," she continues, sighing deeply before raising her head and looking into the pious eyes of the crucified one. "today I come to you to give you my life, my needs and hopes." she herself gathers a pious look, her eyes are teary and glistening with tears, her lips are slightly parted and reveal tender teeth. "Please give me the wisdom to act according to your will, give me the steadfastness and liveliness of a tree planted by a riverbank and teach me the virtue of patience, for those who know how to hope in your promises will never be disappointed."

Anakin sympathizes with her, for he knows what she has suffered for quite some time on the poor cursed planet; they have been under military dictatorship throughout the last five years. Systematic human rights violations were committed, freedom of speech was limited, political parties were suppressed, there were hundreds of disappearances, tortures, rapes, appropriation of minors and forced exiles. That part of the dictatorship had not yet reached the area of the planet where they were, people were still living somewhat happily in the village; but they lived in the shadow of the impending dictatorship that was approaching with force every day. Instead, the men were forced to work in the Navy, the women were constantly raped and worked in the fields by compulsion that they were subjected to, and the children lived in disgrace and torturous silence.

"On my part I will work with love and will, giving every day the best of myself and striving to reach my goals." she prayed because hell was coming, because the kingdom of evil would rule over her people with much more strength, because soon God almighty would not have salvation for her, and she knew it. "I thank you, loving Father, for all your love today, for sending Christ the Savior to take away my sins." she trembled like a doe in the winter, now the whining was impossible to stop and her lips shivered with every word she uttered. "Thank you Lord for hearing my prayer and thank you for the promise that all my actions will be for my welfare and edification." she drops her hands to her crossed necklace and lifts it to her lips, where she gently kisses the center of the cross. "Amen.”

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Now that he knows they are both alone, Anakin allows himself to relax in the house where he was staying; which, coincidentally, was the same one she lived in. When he arrived on the poor planet he lost the ship in an ambush by the dictatorial leaders who did not want the Jedi to arrive. Unfortunately, she was left with the solo mission, as it would be long and slow due to the lengthy research that would have to be done on the planet before any kind of revolution could take place. But, to his amusement, he was able to stay in the home of good people who offered to help him in his desperation, and he was able to use the family's only daughter.

He knew it was wrong; to take advantage of the one who brought him kindness and generosity, of one as innocent as she, who had not the slightest knowledge of carnal desire. But that was what drove him more and more, and suddenly, he didn't feel so bad anymore. He felt that he was doing her a favor, that it was better for him to do it for someone else, and with that thought in mind he smiled foolishly and wickedly.

He also knew that she was soon to be married, she was engaged, and that made him even more morbid. A dirty and wicked design that incited him to do it; to rape her intensely until he was exhausted, until he was satisfied, something he had not felt for some time with his wife.

Still in the bedroom he was given, he lies relaxed, his arms folded under his head in support and his robes allowing him to take a break from the dark place his consciousness had become. He was about to fall asleep and travel to dreamland; where everything was perfect and there was only her beautiful laughter, her thin, pink lips, her bright, dreamy eyes, the alluring body of a muse and the sweet voice of an angel. He was about to go to heaven, but knocks on his door knocked softly and he knew who was behind it. How could he be angry with her? Instead, he rubs his eyes lazily and lets out a low "come in," hiding the longing he actually felt.

She peeks out the door shyly, her cheeks flushed and her lips sealed in fear of speech. She is the cutest little angel to ever visit the galaxy, lucky the universe. "Dinner's ready..." he observes as his eyebrows always seem to be distressed, as if he's sad all the time. "...In case you're hungry." Her voice was barely reaching him, she was so shy she couldn't even speak properly to an older, attractive man.

With a new idea in mind, she decides to turn down his tempting offer. "No, thank you." he knows that out of cordiality she will either insist or advise him better options than refusing a plate of food or going without food for some time. "Then I'll save it for later, is that okay?" he notices she's no longer wearing her veil and lets both messy braids flow, but she's wearing the same pretty dress he'd like to fuck her in. "Yes, but before that, come here." he sits down on the old bed and pats the spot beside her.

She doesn't hesitate and obediently crosses the threshold with slow, uncertain steps; she doesn't know if it's the right thing to do to enter a young guest's room without his family being there. But, as he was taught, guests should always be pleased, and more so if it is one who will help with the misery that plagues the nation.

So she falls silent, sitting to one side of him, looking him in the eye every moment.

"Is something the matter, sir?" "Sir," a nickname by which many have called him, but none were so well heard as the one that fell from her sweet lips. He feels perversity and morbidity heat his body, gushing arousal releasing his masculinity. He pulls a hand to the younger woman's face, dragging a short unruly hair that fell out of a braid and has it pinned back with his small ear. "Nothing special. I just... wanted to hold you close." he whispers softly, staying as close as possible. He places both hands on her small shoulders and traces a journey across her torso until he is stranded at the slender waist. He's hungry, he realizes, and he knows he's going to satisfy his disgusting fetish with her.

"And why would that be?" he asks innocently, his eyes widening in confusion and his eyebrows still wearing the same mournful expression. Poor innocent child, who would dare to even think that you could remove a flower from his garden? "Have I done anything to hurt you, sir? Any harm that I could repair? Have I bewitched your quiet conscience with my incessant dealings?" she remains composed even if he touches her body, or if he directly flirts with her; and that makes him smile, for he will be able to take full advantage of her.

"Yes, you hurt me." taking her waist, he pulls her even closer, where their legs touch and he can feel the calm breath she lets out and the soft vanilla scent that permeated her. She doesn't seem to notice where Anakin is headed, and lets herself be guided by him and the hospitable soul that he is. Opening her mouth to speak, she is interrupted by the man speaking before she does. "You have made me suffer with your presence; you have instantly bewitched me with your beauty, you leave me forgotten every day in this wretched prison and attend to me perfectly when you are here; you never forget my afflictions, you remind me of what I have to do the rest of the day, you prepare all my meals and my bed, but I need more..., more from you."

With new confidence, he lifts her by the waist and sits her in his lap, hugs her hips and caresses her lower back. She takes a deep breath at the cool touch of his hands and finally realizes what she wants. She forms an awkward smile marking her dimples, and places her hands on his strong arms trying to make him come to his senses or disengage from him. "I think you have me confused, sir." she tries to speak softly so as not to hurt him or make him violent, she shifts uncomfortably in his lap and stares elsewhere so as not to meet his dark eyes full of desire. "I am not some sort of lady-in-waiting, and you cannot allow yourself certain liberties...with me. You are a Jedi, and you must abide by the respective restrictions."

The blissful code had him fed up, why couldn't he just have what he wanted? For being "seduced by the dark side"? He was a person, a human, and as such he had needs and feelings. He couldn't put love aside when he grew up in a loving environment, an environment where he was cared for. So, enraged with her, he grabs both wrists with one of his hands; they are so small that he can even do it with just one. He squeezes possessively and with the other hand grabs her hip to pull her closer than she already was. She gasps and tries to pull his hands away, but her little plan fails as she is subdued by an immense force and can't move because of the strong grip the Jedi holds on her.

"You don't tell me what to do." he demands in a husky, fierce voice, she knows he is watching her with a murderous gaze; he feels like a predator about to feast on his prey. Love how his gaze reflects fear and horror, how his eyes twitch frantically and seem to glow with more intensity, how his eyebrows grow even more distressed and his breathing becomes rapid. "I will do as I please, with anything or anyone." pulling her wrists to him, he sniffs the soft pale neck scented with natural fragrances, with his open mouth he traces a path through the flesh without touching it; only admiring the skin that would soon be touched by him with more urgency. "And, as your guest, you should please me."

He is disgusted by the touch he suddenly makes towards her ass, presses the soft young skin over the clothing and is aroused by the hot sigh she lets out. "No..." she wants to say something, to end that feeling that only someone in her life is supposed to make her feel, she wants to leave the man's uncomfortable legs and go on with her normal life. In the attempt to say something, she is interrupted by the man's cold, shivering hand running all the way up her back and sliding down the back of her head until it reaches her cheek and caresses it with apparent tenderness. "I don't want to, sir." she feels her body want to submit to the affection shown, but it is just that, she doesn't want it and never will. In her mind, she throws up countless prayers and prayers for God's help, but she knows it won't help now; that her God has abandoned her with a starving man. "I am compromised, and doing this goes against everything I believe in." she murmurs to him, hating how her body betrays her and lets out hot breaths that form barely perceptible mists. "Please..., leave me alone, sir."

And there it is again, just him continuing to treat him politely ignites a flare of arousal in his core, drives him onward with or without consent. Releasing her wrists, he moves her onto his lap and sits her so that each leg slides down the sides of his. The dress slides down the tops of her thighs so that she can now only appreciate the cotton fabric that makes her panties, and she wants to moan as she feels her pussy throb against his clothed cock. He just wants to undo his pants and insert his length inside her warmth, penetrate to his heart's content and hear her let out sweet cries. It would be enough with a slight movement of his hand and he could do what he wanted so badly, what he dreamed of so much.

"You want so much to be pure, you feel like a doll, a lamb, an innocent little thing." she modifies her voice and speaks tenderly and low, slides her hands and locks her wrists together as she had previously done, putting them behind her back to prevent any unwanted movement. "But white doesn't take away sin, and rosaries don't make you any less God-fearing."

She begins to cry silently, tender tears streaming down her face and trailing down her jaw. She knows it is inevitable; there is no one nearby who could help her. The houses were far apart and most people were at work, plus there was no friend who could help her; no one would hear her. And in case they did they wouldn't believe her, a Jedi trying to rape a mere young girl? It sounded absurd even if she tried to believe it, people would look at her for trying to make him look bad; the supposed defenders of peace. And... he was strong with immense difference, even if she would try to escape, he would find her and make sure she wouldn't tell anything.

"Don't cry, pretty little thing." she wipes away the tears with her free hand and brings her face close to kiss his cheek. "I won't be kind, but cheer up, your God is watching you; maybe he'll have some mercy for his cutest, most devoted little lamb." her hand moves to the belt that holds his robes, and she pulls it off quickly before pulling his pants down enough that only his underwear will remain, where he only pulled out his needy cock.

She breathes in a whimper and tries to stir in his lap, but only earned a hard squeeze on her wrists and a scolding look. "Now, you will be obedient and do what I want when I ask." with his free hand he reaches down to her clothed pussy and pulls her cotton clothing to the side; getting aroused at the slight touch he felt from her warm, wet, swollen. Little nub that has never been touched before, and has the honor of being the first.

She shudders at the small touch he gives her, and one more tear escapes her eyes. "Please..." she whimpers as Anakin runs two fingers through her wet pussy; she wasn't going to lie, it felt good, but did she want to be touched by him, to belong to him, to offer him her purity? Definitely not, and she was sure it would always be that way. Blushing, her body betrayed her and she moaned a sweet moan that she hated with her soul. "I'll do whatever you want, but... let me go."

Taking his cock, he directs it to her slit and its pink head loosens beads of pre-semen, forcing the little hole open for him. "But this is what I want." is what he has wanted so badly, has been holding back for quite some time, has been trying to subdue his irrepressible longing for a young girl; but, evidently, he couldn't do it for long. "No..., this is for my fiancé, not for you." with new tears she mumbles piteously to him, trying to wriggle out of the grip he held on her wrists. She is desperate, finally everything she cared for would not be for the right one; it would be for someone who didn't even know her well. She would not arrive pure and chaste at the altar; she would be tainted by the desire of a wicked man.

Anakin grabs the younger woman's waist with one hand and forces her to take his full length, plunges it all the way in and forces a painful entry for her that is only pleasurable and heavenly for him. She lets out a loud shuddering shriek, all she can feel down there is an immense pain she has never appreciated before. She feels a torturous stretch that makes her cry out silently from the pain; Anakin works his way through the entire cleft and takes up as much space as possible; pleasure flooding her system as she feels the warmth, wetness and tightness. "I'll take anything I want from you, and I don't care at all about your fiancé." he begins a slow rhythm, pulling his cock all the way out and shoving it deep into her channel.

It was too much for her; so young and tight she could barely take it all; it looked like it was going to tear her apart as her body began to reject his demanding entry through her sultry gap.

As soon as the pain became present and unbearable, pleasure began to reign within her, a strong heat erupted in her skin and intimate part; feeling an exciting tingle warming her pussy. And she hated it, hated it with all her being; to appreciate those sensations were not right. Now she was a promiscuous woman stained and poisoned by a sacrilege, she would no longer be equal in the eyes of God; she would not be a virgin at marriage and would be considered a prostitute in front of the church. But she knows she can do nothing, and that infuriates her.

Anakin arrogantly enjoys how her eyes are misty with satisfaction, drunk with pleasure looking up, lips slightly open and glossy that let out beautiful complaints, and distressed eyebrows that can't disguise how good it feels.  "Look at that, why do you look like you're having a good time?" he continues to penetrate slowly and takes pleasure in the continuous tightening he offers her, rolling his eyes and throwing his head back with a brassy moan. "Really... you're such a dirty, sassy angel."

Still with her wrists clamped behind her back she tries to pull out of his tight grip and stop feeling that fiendishly pleasurable sensation that makes her look like a sinner. She can only sit there on his cock and wait for him to finish, which it seems will not be soon. She hears the lascivious sounds of her wetness contracting against the Jedi's length and there is no sound more unbearable. She touches the man's rough hand in an attempt to restrain herself from falling to the ground and it is the only thing she can touch of him. He tastes the salty tang of tears that had been lost on his lips and entered his mouth without realizing it. She smells the common odor carried by the elder, sniffs the sacred odors that wafted through his house; the place where a contempt was being committed. She watches as her once white clothes are stained red at the bottom, as the major's intimate part was moving in and out with slow fury, as the handsome gentleman was fucking her and as the night was spreading its dark cloak.

"It's not like I really enjoy it." she finds herself saying, the ignorance of her conscience leaving her expectant and expressing only what her mind wanted to say. She begins to regret it almost instantly as Anakin increases speed considerably, burying himself and surfacing with animalistic movements that produce even more moans from both of them. "You say that, but then you express other things." he adores how the devotee's back curves back and how her small, round, covered breasts heave with each violent onslaught that impacts. Her cheeks flush, her eyes close from the sensation, her lips drop hot mist and soft, honeyed moans.

"You feel so good; so tight and warm to me." with new urgency she notices a white ribbon draped across her chest, and knows that if she unties it she can meet what she wishes to see. Undoing the fabric, with her one free hand, she pulls the dress sideways with incredible delicacy and discovers a new kind of paradise. She stumbles upon a pastel pink bra where small, tender, swollen breasts spill out, resembling the curvature of hills. "I will put all my cum inside you, I will fill you to the brim and you will see the fruit of my sacred seed." increasing his speed and moving his hand to her waist to push her pussy faster around his shaft, he plants an unwanted kiss on her vanilla lips and squeezes her mouth with more encouragement as she struggles to free her wrists and break away from the "kiss".

It was a brief contact that only expressed what Anakin felt; he moved his lips with fury and pressed them with lust as he tasted the soft flavor that seized the desirous maw; where the girl herself struggled to break away from the sin. He kissed as he normally did, but she did not reciprocate at any time; she was only there to lie still, her tight lips containing and silencing her soft moans.

When he finally broke away in what seemed like a horrifying eternity she would let out low sighs, the childish whimpering quieted and only the cute crystallized tears remained, her chest slowly lowered and rose, breasts hardening and becoming even smaller, her pussy tightening around him and taking it all in obligingly. Once she was able to gather and normalize her breathing, she tried not to moan as much as possible, so she could speak as she was used to, she felt so dirty and disgusting. "No..." she breathed shakily along with her body and, with misery in her voice, finally spoke. "Not on me, please." he, meanwhile, vehemently adored how her breasts heaving and how she asked politely. "That's all I ask of you, sir."

"I'll do whatever I want with you; I alone decide whether to put it in or not." he knew he was approaching orgasm, for the sexual tension was rising with a rush and his cock was begging for more, he had a very intense feeling of pleasure all encompassing his body and his muscles were stiffening from the arousal that was fighting to be released. "You should be grateful that I'm doing this to you, or should I be?" he realizes that she too will come to that heavenly sensation, he senses it when her womanhood tightens more and more and releases whitish fluids with more urgency. As for his monologue, he was telling the complete truth; the uncertain future of a child was in his hands and his intemperance increased more and more when the thought came to his mind. Who knows, maybe he would have beautiful children as a consequence of a rape, but for him that was the least of it. He had always dreamed of that, and now he would have the chance; so why waste it?

"Certainly... you are so cute, so innocent... I think I love you." now he knew he was delirious, or was he telling the whole truth? He didn't know for sure, so he went on with his thing. "You will give me beautiful children and I hope they are as kind and tender as you." inserting himself into a new deep spot, he penetrated wildly making the bed that contained very old springs squeak. He was the only one who made movements or spoke, she for her part did not say or do anything; she was hunched back with an expressionless look that did not agree with the low complaints that her lips could not resist releasing.

With some last timid and hesitant thrusts he finally reached orgasm, that majestic effect that left his whole body flushed and trembling, his heartbeat and breathing accelerated as he climbed up and down from that cloud that took him to heaven. His cock, never leaving that warmth, spurts the white liquid; it paints its tight walls, and fills it with every last drop it can offer. He doesn't let go until he's sure he's left all his seed, and when he does, he notices that her legs tremble slightly and her crotch is stained with blood.

Boastfully, he takes pride in what he has done to her. But soon his vanity seriously wanes, terror dominates his conscience; what if he told someone, what if... he told his parents? She had seen how they lived together, they seemed to be a happy family; and she had a very good relationship with her father. She had witnessed how she called him "daddy" and how he adored her like a shining star; she was his innocent little girl. No, no, no... it couldn't be possible. The only thing he found reasonable was the threatening method, if he did it she would never tell; she was someone fearful who would submit easily, it would not be difficult and she would hide perfectly the horrible act she had committed.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, he stands up from his place on the bed still without having fixed any of his clothes, not even giving her time to calm down after the intense orgasm and forcing her to stand up as well. He holds her so tightly because of the fear that grips him that she squirms under his grip and her eyes explode with new tears. "You will not tell of this to anyone, do you hear me?" even released she can do nothing, her whole body aches and her legs grow weaker and weaker by the second. "If I ever found out that you gave the slightest hint of what we did now, you will fare much worse." she looks up at him with red eyes and nose, her face is wet from how much she has cried and her little body trembles from fear. "I'm sure you don't want this to happen again, so keep your mouth shut for me." he moves his right hand slowly up her collarbone until he moves up her neck and then caresses the delicate pink lips. "That's it, see how it's not hard? You look so pretty with your mouth closed."

With a last cry she promises to keep the secret she so longs to let out, her white soul is tainted. She feels dejected, despised; as if she were worthless and all this takes on a stronger and more painful value when she remembers that her God has taught her the opposite. The words he said about her are engraved in her mind, she feels useless and unable to really express what she feels; a huge accumulation of feelings is generated inside her. She feels ashamed and humiliated by the treatment she has received from her own guest; the one she cared for and tended with love for weeks.

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“Sometimes the moon is all i have.” anakin x fem! reader

summary: like the moon, she has learned to be beautiful in the dark.

advertences: none, it's just anakin's feelings.

words: 1.2K

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She was beautiful, pale and serene. Her eyebrows were soft, thin and angular, as in all old portraits. Her mouth was very small and scarlet, her teeth very close together. Her hair was like sea waves, rippling at the command of the wind and dancing peacefully through space. Her eyes were large and round; they sparkled like a thousand galaxies colliding, peaceful, calm and placid. Her skin shone like silver, glistening mystically in the darkness, bringing light to the helpless and imparting mystery to those who watched her for her haunting beauty.

She was, indeed, a daughter of the moon. Wandering aimlessly in the eternal darkness, bringing light to all those around her. She was a focused, reasonable, reserved, stoic and pragmatic woman; qualities that plunged him into a deluded madness in which he was willing to drown himself. He swore he had never witnessed such sensations in his short fantasy life, not even when he claimed to have met an angel in person. No, that was totally different, she really was like magic; and if you weren't used to it, it could make you drunk. Her presence was something divine to behold, her aura was totally idyllic, her beauty did not exist in any corner of the universe, her mind was like a labyrinth in which anyone would get lost, her soul was a nest of stars in the quiet night, her heart poured out seas of constellations and her aesthetics were made up of sparkles of stardust.

With her peaceful melodious voice anyone was able to travel to the land of dreams, they fell under a kind of drowsy enchantment that made them fall asleep; like a baby that snuggles into its mother's breast and falls asleep instantly when it feels the warmth of the love that its progenitor gives off.

She conveyed maternal warmth, acted with patience and care as a mother would, the magical authority of the feminine; the wisdom and spiritual height beyond intellect; the kind, protective and sustaining. Obi-wan had told him that everyone needed to grow up with someone who inspired motherhood and that he was lucky to have had him for a time; something most could not enjoy. But he didn't feel lucky at all; he had thought, like every naive child, that he would see his mother again, but he never once did. And, as a result, he found comfort in the arms of another creature who created the same warm feelings he once cherished.

She radiated loneliness, melancholy and longing. She was someone who paraded a smile for everyone, but her soul was padlocked; and there was no artifact in the universe that force capable of breaking it. He seemed, with his cheeks continually rosy, to enjoy the company of others; but apparently he preferred to shut himself up in his own mind.

For him it was, if only a little, different; he did not seem to behave in the same way as he did with others. Sometimes he liked to think that the smiles she gave him were sincere or genuine, that she wasn't hiding when she was with him, that she wasn't a sham or pretending to be someone else when they saw each other. But he knew, deep down, that she loved him in her own way; that she protected him in her loving arms because she wanted to and not because she believed it was an obligation, that the soft kisses she left on his head were as real as his deep love for her, that the loving whispers she left in his ear were because she truly meant what she said, that the nights she comforted him were because she truly felt a deep appreciation for him and not because she believed it was her duty as his companion.

So when he felt lonely he looked at the moon, lamp of the night, and admired its roundness, which was similar to the curved eyes of his beloved, he admired its solitude; no one accompanied the moon during the dark and cold nights, just as his companion shone through the darkness of the end of the day, he admired the shining light it gave off, the one with which it illuminated everyone; blue star shining its light downwards.

And now, gazing through the window of his new room for a while, he gazed at the full moon shining on his face, glowing like the aura of his sweetheart as she entered a room.

But that cold lonely night was compensated with the celestial body, like the soul itself or his platonic lover's conception of the mystical. He leaned against the window frame and let the cold air penetrate his clothes, enjoyed the pure silvery beauty and, hopefully, hoped that his beloved would feel the same as he did. That she would feel abandoned because now they were both far away, that she would feel sadness take over her body and be the only feeling she would cherish, that she would feel fear when she remembered that there was no one to sleep with or to comfort her sleep with, to feel the nostalgia that overwhelmed him when he no longer saw the little smiles she gave him, to feel the panic when he realized that there would no longer be anyone to support him during the cold nights, the anxiety that took over him when he no longer felt the cold hands that always gave him love.

He hoped she was at his window too, watching through the brooding darkness and that she felt the same as he did; the same despair that they would no longer be close for some time. He remembered the last kiss she gave him on the cheek, the place remained warm even though her lips were frigid and he still appreciated the softness of skin brushing against his virgin flesh. He had been moved, and very much so, because it was the first time she had done something like that with him; an intimate gesture that he was sure was only done between people who loved each other. So what did it mean, did she really love him, or was it just a new motherly gesture she learned over there?

As he thought this in his heart and his gaze lingered on the blue star, it seemed that his sight was distorted because he realized that the moon, lamp of the night, had smiled at him just as his beloved did when he woke up with nightmares.

With confusion he opened his mouth and all that came out were puzzled noises, about to blink again to dissolve his apparent paranoia, he was interrupted by the entrance of Obi-wan, who looked at him strangely and said, "You spend all your free time at that window." he speaks and feels himself standing to one side of him. "Tell me, Anakin, what do you see so much of?"

Looking back to where his sight had been most of the day, he notices that the moon is still the same as before; it hasn't moved an inch and is no longer adorned by a beautiful scarlet smile. He realizes that it is all a product of him, of his unattainable love, of the separation that tortures him in soul, body and heart. The air still blows coldly across the room, but despite that he can still feel a warm blow on his cheek; the one that caused an uproar to erupt inside him only a few days ago. He knows now, and will always know, that he will love her for the rest of eternity; no matter what hardships or afflictions plague him.

Smiling foolishly and lovelornly, he rests one arm on the base of the window and, in turn, rests his head on that arm and says in a gawking voice, "Sometimes the moon is all I have."