(y/n) POV:

I stared in shock at my boyfriend, who I had no idea was awake. This must've been why Obi-Wan left the training room unexpectedly, Anakin probably just woke up. And the fact that he's here, means that he just witnessed me losing my temper at Obi-Wan.

He wore a white wrap around his head, probably from whatever the doctors had to do over this last week. I was instantly taken back to that night on Naboo; the memory of him lying unconscious on the ground still haunts me.

There were two reasons why I could form any words; one, I was completely caught off guard by the fact that he's actually awake. And two, he does not look happy.

"A-Anakin. You're awake." I stammered. That was all I could say in this tense moment.

"So it seems." He responded dully and slowly crossed his arms over his chest, making his stature seem more intimidating.

He's definitely not happy, I can see in his eyes that he's pissed about something. But I don't know what. Confused, I darted my eyes over to Obi-Wan for any sort of explanation.

Obi-Wan sighed tiredly, "I told him. Just now."

His words instantly clicked as I thought about them; Anakin knows what I'm doing, what I've been training for this whole week. I suppose it's not a huge deal, but his current reaction is the very reason the Council told me to keep it from him.

I scoffed in disbelief; this day could not get anymore inconvenient, "It wasn't your place to tell him." I rebuked.

Anakin cut in before Obi-Wan could, "Actually, if my girlfriend is putting herself in danger, then it is his place to tell me. My question is why didn't he do it sooner." He looked from me to Obi-Wan disapprovingly.

Obi-Wan looked between both of us as we spoke, and then scoffed, narrowing his eyes, "Oh? So now this is my fault? Both of you are utterly unbelievable." He began to walk away, his posture radiating great disdain. "I'm done playing the servant in these ridiculous charades you both have dragged me into."

I didn't see Anakin's reaction, because I myself was completely shocked by his outburst. Did we push him to his limit? He said 'you both', so I have no clue what his issue with Anakin is, but I had no idea he felt this way, like we were using him.

"Obi-Wan." I called after him. He stopped moving, but didn't turn around.

I knew he was hurt right now, but I was too. "But....But you were there for me this week. You stayed by my side when no one else did." I probably sounded like a child by the way my voice cracked with pain.

He turned his head so that it was sideways, and I could only see half of his face. But he wasn't looking at me. "Yes....and now it seems I must be there for myself. Something I haven't done in quite a while." With that last element of bitterness in his tone, he turned back once more and left.

I didn't even have time to process what just happened, because Anakin's voice distracted me, "You know what's so bad about this whole situation, that it's actually comical?" I looked back over at him, reluctantly waiting for him to answer his own question.

His anger made him seem larger as he got closer to me, "You've lectured me more than once about being honest, about not keeping anything from each other. And yet, it was your secret that got all of us into this mess." He seethed.

My anger from earlier had long vanished, and was replaced with vulnerability and dejection. I didn't have the heart to fight back right now. I sighed, "I didn't have a choice, Anakin. The Council instructed me to not tell you because they believed you would try to stop me."

Anakin scoffed and let out a humorless laugh, "The Council? Since when have we ever played by their rules?" His expression became scornful, "But that isn't even the worst part. What disappoints me the most is that you agreed with them."

I blinked in utter perplexity. I did agree with the Council; was I wrong to?

Anakin once again didn't give me a chance to respond, "Yes, I might have been skeptical. But at the end I would've stood by you, I would've fought with you. You know this prophecy isn't meant for you to fulfill alone." His blue eyes became glassy, and he seemed to swallow back a lump that formed in his throat, "And the fact that you didn't believe I would stand by you, means that you still don't know me, and what I would do for you." His voice got quieter at the end, and I could tell he was doing his best to not break down in front of me.

My heart broke hearing those words from him. He thinks that I don't trust him, that I feel like I can't tell him things. But that isn't true, I did want to tell him. Though, I am guilty of believing he'd react badly if he knew what I've been doing.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking down at the ground. Wanting to reconcile with him, I reached my hand out to gently grab his arm, "Anakin—"

He shoved me off of him, and his sadness was quickly replaced with anger once more. I flinched from his action and retracted my arm. "You're a hypocrite." He snarled, and stomped away in the same direction Obi-Wan went, leaving me by my lonesome.

I stood there for a while, wondering if my emotions would spill over and I'd just start crying. But I never did. I didn't feel anything at first, I just felt hollow. Maybe it was because my connection with Anakin was broken once more.

Some people passed by me every now and then. They may have greeted me, but I don't remember. I didn't pay attention to anything but the faint thuds of my heartbeat. That was all I could pay attention to.

It was crazy, I must've stood there for hours. By the way the sky had changed colors I knew I was there longer than I should've been. I eventually moved because the effects of being still for so long brought a chill in the cold halls, so I decided to go look for Yoda. At least he will want to talk to me.

But, as if it was convenient with the universe's master plan to make life harder for me, I discovered that Yoda isn't even here. Apparently right after my failed training session, he left Coruscant to take a meditative leave, which completely blew my mind. I've never known him to do that for as long as I've lived, and Yoda is pretty old as well. When was the last time he did something like that?

And it keeps eating at me; am I the reason he left? Is my mess of a life becoming too much for Yoda?

If that's the case—assuming word got out about how my training session went completely south—then I can't begin to imagine what everyone else is thinking about me right now.

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My insecurities ate away at me for the next six days.

Yoda still hadn't returned, which by default left Windu in charge. Chalk it up to my pessimism, but based on how my luck has gone so far, I wasn't even surprised.

Though, it didn't really affect me as much as I originally thought it would. And I say that because no one—and I repeat, no one—has spoken to me at all since that day when Anakin woke up. Our relationship now is unclear, but I had moved out of his quarters and back into my own. Both he and Obi-Wan have avoided me and to be honest, I'm not even sure if they're talking to each other.

As for the other Jedi, I assume some form of gossip has gotten out to all of them, I've gotten at most a nod of acknowledgment, or a thank you for opening a door, but it was never more than that type of thing.

So, I've done the rest of my training with the talisman alone. It was weird at first not talking to anyone during my sessions or having any guidance, but in the end I found it much more peaceful. The training itself was exhausting, but it was peaceful because no one was there to judge me, no one was there to make me angry, no one was there to hurt me.

I still felt hollow from the events that took place six days ago, when the two closest people to me decided to ghost me completely. I knew why I felt hollow, because I was too afraid to feel anything. I knew letting out my emotions would hurt, and I'm tired of hurting.

As I practiced for maybe the tenth time today with the silver moon bracelet, I actually thought I was getting somewhere. I attempted to connect with the dark side, but in a way that wouldn't pull me in too deep, and I could feel something; a presence, close by. And the reason I knew I was making progress is because I could tell it was pushing me away, like it was cloaked with so much darkness. It was a presence that definitely didn't want to be found, and I knew the only way to find it would be to give myself over to the dark side completely.

I didn't want to do that though, I couldn't. Completing this task was the only purpose I had left, I couldn't fail it.

Fatigued and mentally exhausted, I attempted to locate the dark presence once more. I could feel my veins turning to ice the harder I pushed myself. I've heard stories of people feeling cold when a dark presence is near them. I guess those stories are true, because my body felt like it was trapped inside of a glacier. The icy feeling slowly crept up my body, and my breathing became ragged due to the glacial impact. When my chest—my heart—was barley short of being consumed by it, I snapped my eyes open and stopped what I was doing.

It was fascinating; the next breath I exhaled, I could see. That's how cold my body was. It had gotten to my lungs for a short moment, and I had some trouble breathing. I realized painfully that this process would be much more difficult than I thought, even though I've pushed myself to the limit so many times already.

That was it. That very realization is what caused me to finally break. I've been working my ass of for two weeks straight now, over and over, and what thanks do I get? Why am I even still trying? The worst feeling now is knowing that just when I thought I was getting somewhere, I learn that I'm still a long ways away, and none of the Jedi here are even showing an ounce of care.

Two weeks of agonizing training, and for what? It's all I've been doing and I'm tired; I'm tired of everything I've had to endure and put up with.

I ripped the bracelet off of my wrist and held it in front of my eyes, feeling anger bubble up inside of me once more. With all of my strength, and all of my pain, I threw the object to the floor, creating a loud clanging sound as it rattled against the ground. I let out a frustrated scream; after bottling up all of my emotions these last six days, they were now being released through my scream which echoed off of the walls.

But I wasn't done. Using the force, I lifted every single statue in the training room—without the powers of the bracelet—and slammed them back to the floor, destroying them all with that one blow. The once perfect sculptures disintegrated into thousands of broken pieces, resembling exactly how I felt.

I knew that my eyes had changed into that familiar amber glow, and my morals of right and wrong were fuzzy and disoriented.

I went on wrecking every single thing I could break in the room, from paintings, chairs and banners, to even the ground and ceiling. All while doing this, I sobbed out curses at everyone and everything; at Anakin, at Obi-Wan, at the Council, at the Jedi as a whole, at the Sith, and at this entire galaxy. What used to be the Jedi training room was now but a mere structure of ruin.

And I wanted to see it burn.

I picked up the bracelet and placed it on my wrist once more, preparing to set fire to what's left of the Jedi training room. I've gotten nowhere and as far as I'm concerned, this was all I had left. Everyone I care about has made it clear that they want nothing to do with me. Maybe what I'm about to do is too dramatic, maybe I'm going crazy. It's hard to tell but one thing I know for sure is that I'm done playing by the rules of the Jedi.

The Jedi way is to bottle up emotions, not to show them. I'm done following that way.

I took in a sharp breath, my amber eyes widening as I felt cold chills once more. But this time, I also heard a voice.

"Do it. Burn this Temple to the ground."

I haven't heard that voice in a while, but I remember it as clear as day. The difference now, though, was that because of my anger, and the icy pressure running through my bones, I could sense where the voice was coming from. Finally, after all this time, I knew where this monster was.

I stopped what I was about to do with a sense of relief. Destroying the room was enough, setting it on fire would've just added insult to injury at this point.

My heart began pounding with excitement as I looked up to the broken ceiling. Using the force to enhance my movements, I jumped high enough to reach a hole I created in the ceiling, leading me to the roof of the Temple. I pulled myself up, covered in dust and debris from the chaos I created just moments ago. I stomped over to the edge of the roof where I felt the chills growing colder and stronger, but I saw nothing.

Confused I looked down into the depths of Coruscant, just now taking in how high up I was. The sky was dotted with all types of cruisers flying by, and below was nothing but a descent of darkness. When I turned around to scan the roof once more, that's when I saw him. The cloaked figure from my vision of the future. The Sith Lord.

Is that what this is? Is the vision of the future about to take place?

Oh no. I'm not ready for this, I was never ready for this. How do I not let this guy get in my head?

I scoffed when I finally got over the initial shock of seeing him, "Still hiding behind a hood? Why don't you show yourself, you coward!" Some might call me bold, others might call me stupid for addressing a Sith like that. My anger was still seething though, and I don't see it going away anytime soon.

The figure laughed eerily, and spoke in that same old, creepy voice, "So you've found me. Now what?" He asked amusedly.

I pulled out my lightsaber and ignited the blue blade, listening as it hummed continuously in my ear, "I'm going to destroy you." I growled.

He just laughed again and began to walk over to me, "All this anger, hate, and vengeance. It's consuming you; luring you into the dark. Perhaps you should listen to it."

I shook my head, "Not anymore. I used to be afraid, insecure, and too reliant on others. But now I count on me and me only. And I know I can defeat you."

I remember what Yoda told me after I had this vision, that I can change my fate. That's exactly what I plan to do, I won't let this monster pressure me into jumping off of the building. These last two weeks have changed me; yes, it's sucked and I've been alone, but maybe that's what I needed to become more confident in myself.

To my surprise, he lifted his head more to show me what was under the hood. My eyes widened at the sight; it was the Chancellor. But his eyes were the same color as mine. My previous comments seemed to anger him, because he looked just as pissed as I felt.

"You?" I gasped, "It was you this whole time?"

Ignoring my question, he used the force to throw my lightsaber out of my hand and off of the roof. I watched as it fell into the abyss of nothingness, shocked with how strong he was to be able to grab it from me like that.

He growled menacingly and reached his hand out. I watched in terror as streaks of blue lightning attacked me, making me groan and fall to the floor in excruciating pain.

"If you won't jump, then why don't I give you a little push?" My body wasn't under my control anymore, as it was lifted effortlessly in the air and harshly thrown off the side of the building.

I would've screamed, cried, or yelled for help. But the aftershock from being electrocuted prevented me from even moving. I felt bad paralyzed. And maybe I was, at least for a little while. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore as I fell into the deep abyss of Coruscant. My last thoughts were of Anakin and I on Naboo, under the blue sky and white fluffy clouds. When we laid together in the grass for hours doing nothing but loving each other.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I relived that beautiful day. I saw myself floating in the air, flying higher and higher until I disappeared into the clouds, absorbed by a never-ending terrain of white paradise.

Anakin POV:

I sighed in irritation as I rummaged through one of my drawers in my quarters, "Obi-Wan, have you seen my hand lotion anywhere?" I asked, knowing he was standing behind me and probably eyeing my messy room disapprovingly.

"No, and I don't know how you'd find anything in this apocalypse of a bedroom." He complained.

I scoffed out a short laugh at his disdain for untidiness. It was good to have my friend back. After clearing my head for about six days, I found it in me to apologize to him. In the beginning I didn't even think about how he might be feeling from all the pressure he's been put under recently.

I sometimes forget that just because he's older and wiser than me, that he also has a breaking point. It just hurts to know that I contributed in pushing him to it.

But fortunately, we were able to talk it out, and he agreed that he's ready for things to go back to normal. Then, we both decided that it was time to apologize to (y/n) as well. I understand why she didn't tell me about her plan, and the truth about the bracelet I got her, but that didn't make it hurt any less. I was so bitter and confused over these last six days, and part of me didn't even want to reconcile with her. I was disappointed that she didn't even trust me enough to tell me what she was doing.

But Obi-Wan talked some sense into me, and told me to look at it from her perspective. That's something I haven't really done recently, and when I did, it changed the way I viewed this situation. I don't know what she has to go through, and I don't know what it's like to be her. But for once, I'm going to take the opportunity to hear all of her side of it. She can tell me everything, and I'll listen with an open heart.

"Should we look for her now?" I asked, somewhat nervous. I wondered if she was mad at me, or didn't want anything to do with me anymore.

Obi-Wan's expression faltered into a sad one as he nodded, "Yes, I know I was frustrated but I feel awful for abandoning her this week. I miss my best friend."

I smirked playfully, "I thought I was your best friend."

He rolled his eyes and patted my shoulder, "I prefer to have a best friend who's quarters aren't equivalent to a dumpster yard." By the glint in his blue eyes, I could tell he was joking. I think.

Obi-Wan spoke again, "This may not be the time to ask....but do you still plan on proposing?"

His question caught me off guard. It shouldn't have, since that's something I've thought about and considered all week, but it still did.

Before I could answer, the door to my quarters flew open, and someone ran inside without knocking. I was about to yell at whoever it was for bursting in uninvited like that, but they beat me to it.

"Both of you must come with me now." It was Plo Koon, and I was shocked because this was the first time I had ever seen him scared.

"What's the matter?" Obi-Wan asked, walking over to him.

Plo sighed, "The training room.....it's been completely destroyed."

A feeling of dread settled in the pit of my stomach at his words, and Obi-Wan must've felt the same thing as we both looked over at each other, knowing that there's only one person who's been in that room this entire week.

(a/n): All I can say is....trust me, I have a plan😌💕 I hope you all liked this chapter, I had a lot of fun writing it! I know there was more thought rather than dialogue, but I purposely did that so you could try to understand what (y/n) and Anakin are feeling, even if it's all just a mess of emotions haha.

Alsoooo I was super tired when I wrote the last half of this so I'm sorry if it's a bit rushed. But anyways, I'm so excited for you all to read the next chapter❤️