Anakin fell back down onto the ground, holding the left side of his cheek, on my right. Suddenly, his nose started to bleed, as he tried to wipe it off with his sleeve on his robes.

"Gosh that hurt, " he said, still wiping off blood.

I glared at him. "Good. Better go wipe that nose before I break it," I threatened, cracking my knuckles.

Anakin pinched it, glaring at me, and walking off.

I don't know what had gotten into me. But Anakin was acting pretty foolish.
••••••

*Anakin's POV*

(Y/N) didn't understand. She wasn't on the Council.

If you get put on the Council, then you're going to want to stay on there because you feel important.

Besides, I'm better than all of them, and they know it.

Just as I was about to turn down the hall to go to the restroom, I started thinking about (Y/N). Maybe she was right. I did sound like a three year old, now that I think about it.

I turned in the restroom, seeing myself in the bathroom mirror. I had dark circles under my eyes, my shoulders droopy, and my legs were weak. What a bad week I've been having.

I bent down over the sink, turning on the faucet and splashing water onto my face. I did this about three times, then turning the faucet off afterwards.

I looked into the mirror to see my reflection once again.

This time I didn't look for physical appearance.

All I could see was a monster.

A traitor. Traitor to Padmè, traitor to the Jedi Order.

And to even think about joining the Sith...

What was I thinking?

I slammed my fist on the sink, thinking about Padmé. What would she think of me?

No.

I have to move on.

Padmé is dead and I have to accept that.

Tears slowly started to stream out of my eyes, burning the sides of my cheeks.

I started to think of (Y/N).

What she said about me in the Jedi Order. I couldn't get those words out of my head. They kept haunting me.

This is why I can't stand you, her voice echoed through my skull.

I imagined her words upon her lips, as my legs got weak.

I shrunk to the floor, my face burying into my hands.

The tears streamed faster, making small puddles into the floor. A huge lump formed in my throat, my whole body being weak.

All I wanted to do was hold (Y/N), and apologize to her for all of the stupid things I've done. I just want to hold her. That's all I want to do. Hold her. Nothing more.

Evidently, the bathroom door freaked open. I didn't dare look up to see who it was, for I didn't want to reveal my pitiful tears.

It was a soft voice, who had spoken. "Anakin?"

It was (Y/N). Boy, was I sure glad to see her.

"(Y/N)?" I asked, my voice cracking from the lump in my throat. "What are doing here?"

She got down on her knees, and sat down next to me, running her soft hands through my hair. Her eyes had a sad glow to them, her facial expression went from disappointed, to sorrow.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly. "I didn't mean anything I said."

I caressed her cheek with the pad of my thumb, looking on her eyes, then her lips. I kissed them softly, only for a short time.

"No, it's me who should be apologizing," I told her. "As much as I hate to admit it, I was a fool."

She nodded, laying her head on my shoulder.

"You still seem tense, " she said. "What is it?"

"Nothing," I lied, trying to reassure her. "Doesn't matter anyway."

I pulled her onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her. This is all I wanted to do.

"You sure?" She wondered.

"In sure.... just... let me hold you," I tiredly told her. "Let me... hold... you..."

And after that, we fell asleep on the bathroom floor.