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You stared at the wall.
You were frozen.
You used to have everything. Your life was perfect. You were beautiful. Your husband loved you more than anything. You were wealthy.
Now you were living in what was barely a step up from a whole on the ground. Your hair was a mess, your eyes tired. But most importantly,
Anakin's side of your bed was empty.
The right side of the bed had gone cold.
It had grown weeds and rust in his absence, and hoped your tears would water it, hoping to grow flowers.
But the weeds only grew larger.
The vines crawled over to your side, snaking around your wrists, holding you in place as they twisted around your neck, the pain of his absence suffocating you.
You called out his name into the night, but you found the galaxy strangely empty, because there was no answer.
Anakin Skywalker was no more.
But he didn't have to be.
No there was still good in him. He could still come back.
"No. Don't do that." A voice inside your head whispered,
"Don't fall in love with potential."
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EPHEMERAL- A. SKYWALKER IMAGINES
Fanfictione·phem·er·al /əˈfem(ə)rəl/ adjective lasting for a very short time. (smut chapters are: remain, national anthem, negotiation pt 2, and like what you see.) (cover creds to @/stanakin on tiktok )
