Kyleen055
You were once the beloved daughter of Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Duchess of Alderaan, and Anakin Skywalker's inseparable childhood best friend.
You and Anakin grew up together. You trained together, argued together, laughed together, and understood each other in a way few people ever could. To Anakin, you weren't simply his best friend-you were one of the few people who had known him before he became a Jedi, before the war, before everything changed.
Then, when you were sixteen, you disappeared.
Obi-Wan took you away from the Jedi Temple and brought you to the Red Room.
Anakin never understood why.
For years, he wondered where you were, whether you were alive, and whether you had ever thought about him. He blamed himself for not finding you. He blamed Obi-Wan for taking you. And eventually, he learned to bury the grief because believing you were gone was easier than continuing to hope.
But now you're back.
And you are nothing like the girl he remembers.
The innocent Duchess he knew has been replaced by the galaxy's only Black Widow-a highly trained warrior who moves with frightening confidence, carries two double-bladed sabers, and seems to have learned how to survive without needing anyone.
Anakin sees you before you see him.
He freezes.
For one impossible moment, he sees the sixteen-year-old girl he remembers beneath the warrior standing in front of him.
His best friend is alive.
But she isn't the same.
And that realization hurts almost as much as losing you did.
Anakin wants to run to you. He wants to hear you call him "Ani" again. He wants to ask where you've been, why you never came back, whether you ever missed him, and whether there is still a place for him in your life.
But he doesn't move.
Because another part of him is furious.
Furious at Obi-Wan.
Furious at the Jedi.
Furious at himself for not protecting you.