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"You can't go back and change the beginning. But you can start where you are and change the ending."

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Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak, but I quickly brought my finger up to my lips to let him know that he needed to be silent, "Hey Jim," I said aloud, assuming that Anakin was listening. Obi-Wan furrowed his brows in confusion and I tapped my ear with the same finger and pointed towards where Anakin was as I mouthed, 'he's here', "Did you accidentally get my mail again?"

Realization crossed his features and he slowly nodded, "Yes I did," He said in a tone different from his usual one since Anakin had already heard his actual voice. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small envelope before holding it out to me. I knitted my brows at it, wondering what importance it held for him to personally deliver it instead of taking less of a risk and emailing it or sending someone else, "Just one this time it seems, sorry for the inconvenience," His voice trailed off when his eyes slid down to my neck.

I stiffened, knowing what it was that caught his attention and I awkwardly reached forward to grab the envelope from him, "No worries, thanks for bringing it," I tugged on the paper to take it from him, but he didn't let go.

I looked up into his eyes with my heart pounding so hard I could feel the vibrations beating against my ear drums. He remained looking content for a few moments and I was waiting for that burst of rage, but instead and much to my surprise, he smiled, "I see it's going well, I'm going to need an update about this," He whispered with a wink, "Of course, have a great rest of your night sweetheart." He said in a higher volume to to keep up our facade.

He finally let go and pointed at the envelope, before using sign language; telling me to keep it hidden from Anakin until he leaves. I nodded to show I understood, my sign language was a bit rough but I pieced together enough to get a gist of what he was saying.

He left shortly after and I gently closed the door with a sigh, "Everything okay?" I jumped with a small shriek and spun to face Anakin who was leaning against the wall with his body facing me. He chuckled at my reaction, "Sorry."

"It's okay," I said with a laugh as I caught my breath, "And yeah, everything is fine, just junk mail." I held up the white envelope that I noticed him eyeing. I pulled out the small drawer to the table I had next to the door and threw the letter inside with a bunch of magazines before closing it.

He nodded before drifting his eyes away from the drawer and looking at me, "Well, the cookies are almost ready if you saved any room for dessert." He held his hand out to me with a soft smile.

I accepted his hand and he interlocked his fingers with mine, "If they're the peanut butter ones, I'll risk the food coma." I said as we walked back into the kitchen, making him release a breathy laugh.

He was acting normal so I considered that a good sign, but I couldn't help but worry that he was able to see who was at the door before I closed it.

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"I'll see you tomorrow?" Anakin said as he stepped out into the hallway and spun around to face me, his hands finding their way to my hips. He dug his fingers into my bare skin that was visible with my shirt riding up. His touch was cold, but comforting.

I nodded, looking up into his eyes and feeling my heart beat heavy against my ribcage, "I'll be at the club around four."

"I can pick you up at one and we can have lunch together?" He slid his right hand up my hip until he reached my face and gently brushed my hair behind my ear before caressing my cheek, "Only if you want to of course."

I nodded eagerly, "I would love to, if you let me pick the palace and pay."

He knitted his brows and dropped his hand down, "I'll let you pick the place, but you will not be paying."

I stood my ground, "Anakin, let me pay."

But so did he, "(Y/n)," He folded his arms over his chest, "No."

We stood there in a small stare down for a few seconds, and not once did it look like he was going to back down. So I smiled, "Okay fine, you can pay." I pretended to give in when in reality, I had already devised a plan for tomorrow that will give me what I want.

He smiled victoriously, thinking he won, "Good, I'll see you then beautiful," He bent down and kissed me on the cheek before rubbing the tip of his nose against mine and kissing my lips.

I kissed him back, and the embrace only lasted for a few seconds before we parted. It's clear we both wanted it to go even longer, but all of this intimacy was making certain things too tempting. And I wasn't ready for those steps. "See you then handsome," I backed away and placed my hand on the door, ready to close it. Anakin gave me one final wink before walking down the hall towards the elevator.

I closed the door and locked it with the bolt and the chain. I then turned and leaned my back against the door with a sigh. The butterflies were still fluttering, even though he was no longer here and that shows me just how strong these feelings were.

The only way for this to end well for me and Anakin is to do my job, but without hurting or convicting him. But how, how can I do that? It feels impossible, meaning I really will have to make a choice soon. Him or my career.

I pushed myself off of the door and opened the drawer where I placed the envelope Obi-Wan gave me. I pulled it out and opened it, revealing photos, multiple photos of Anakin as well as Piett, Rex, and a few other men I didn't recognize. And judging by the clothing Anakin was wearing in some of these photos, these were from yesterday, the night of the bank robbery.

The photos were taken at a warehouse and many were just of them carrying large duffle bags from a vehicle and taking them into the warehouse. I shifted through them, looking for anything that stood out in any of the photos, then I paused on one when I recognized the person in the photo.

It was Clovis's father — Anakin's boss and the one pulling all of the strings.

I switched to the next picture, which showed Anakin's head was turned and Sheev's hand was up, meaning the older man slapped him across the face. My hold on the photos tightened, it angered me to see that. I hate that he's gotten himself into this mess and is forced to listen to this man when all he wanted initially was to be able to care for his sister so he wouldn't lose her.

My heart hurt for him, he didn't deserve any of this that was happening to him. It's clear to me after spending all this time with him is that all he wants is something normal. That's why he was here with me, I make him feel normal because he thinks I'm normal...

I shifted through more of the photos and they were all basically the same as the rest. The reason he must've brought them is so we could talk about them, which means I should be expecting another visit from him soon. Probably not tonight, it'd be too risky, but sometime this week for sure.

I already know he's going to be throwing theory after theory my way and I'm worried he's going to piece together what I did. I didn't want him to know the truth, I needed that upper hand. Because the second he does figure it out, it will be like a domino effect and the next thing we know he'll have a search warrant and a warrant for an arrest.

I tossed the pictures in a fit of frustration and they flew around the hall, drifting and landing in different areas. Then I sighed knowing I was going to have to pick it all up. I knelt down and grabbed the first picture I saw which was just of Sheev. His appearance alone screams evil, he was the mastermind, he deserves prison not Ana- that's it.

If I can take down Sheev and prove that Anakin was doing all of this under duress, the time he can get will be significantly lower. I don't think I'll be able to get him off completely given the things he's done and the length of time, but I will do everything in my power to help him get off as easily as I can. Or maybe I'll help him get away from Palpatine's clutches and destroy everything that could incriminate him, giving him complete freedom. That would be much more difficult, but I would at least try.

I stood up with my eyes still glued to the photo of Sheev — he was my mark now.

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Sorry this one is much shorter but I felt like that was a good place to end it (:  so Yayy she's finally coming to terms with everything and being a little more accepting of her feelings. She still has some ways to go before she admits how important he truly in love she is, but she'll get there when choices start getting thrown her way and she's forced to finally pick instead of dabbling on the fence. And as for the thing with Obi-Wan, their conversation isn't over yet 😉
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