There were screams. Then darkness.

You stood up in an empty room, no... Not a room, but what seemed like a void. It was dark, and you couldn't hear anything.

Am I dead? You thought, getting up off of the solid floor, which seemed like glass. You could see through it, but it was more darkness.

Your hands searched your body to see if you could find your lightsaber, but it wasn't there. Where were you? You stumbled around in the darkness, your eyes starting to adjust.

As you walked around the screams still echoed in your ears, making your head swell with confusion. Who was screaming?

Suddenly out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of blue. Then purple. Then green.

Your heart rate began to speed up, as you started hearing whispers into your ears, as if someone was taunting you. You felt hands gliding across your body, but they were invisible, they weren't really there. The touch was so familiar... Could it be Anakin?

You were conflicted, confused, as you kept seeing flashes of the same colors repeat in front of you, with no sound coming from them, except the sound of screaming. The whispers in your ears telling you to touch them, to hold them, but there was no one to hold. Then the hands could not stop touching you. You tried telling them to stop, but no sound came out of your mouth.
••••••

Suddenly with a jolt, I wake up, looking at my surroundings. Immediately, I see I'm in the medical bay aboard the ship, sitting on the grey, metal ground. My legs were in a criss-cross position, as it appeared to me that I was meditating.

Slowly I get off of the ground, my hands quickly going to my belt, feeling for my lightsaber to see that it was there. Instantly, I feel the cold metal come into contact with my hands, making me feel safe and relaxed.

I look around the room and see Raven talking to the medical droid, as she was tied up with binders along the medical bed. I sigh, running my hands over my arms, the touch from my vision seeming to still linger, sending chills throughout my body. Whatever it was, I shook it off from my thoughts, clearing my mind.

I gather my thoughts together, leaving the medical bay to go to the cockpit with Anakin. In the cockpit, I see Anakin cleaning Artoo, while he sat in the pilots seat, checking the dashboard every few seconds to see if anything would come up. Seeing Anakin again made me remember that Anakin still carried a photograph of Padmé with him. Knowing that made my heart seem to sink, as I loved him, yet he only liked me half way.

I knew I couldn't replace her, she was perfect to him, an angel. He called her angel all of the time, and I had never heard a nickname come from his voice, unless we were sleeping together, and that was it.

Avoiding him and Artoo, I made my way to the co-pilot's seat, checking the status of our light speed flight. Apparently, we had fifteen more minutes. Fifteen minutes of torture.

"What's the status?" Anakin asks, his voice clearing the air.

I glance back at the dashboard, keeping eye contact away from him. "Fifteen minutes, " I reply, staring back down at my lap, unsure of what to do. I did not know if Anakin knew of my thoughts, or if he sensed what I was going through, but by his body language, I could tell he was suffering too. His shoulders were tense, his right leg was bouncing from what seemed of impatience, or intolerance.

"Did you see it?" he asks quietly, as if he was scared. He puts his rag down on the dashboard, his head turning slightly, but not enough to make eye contact.

Suddenly I felt my heart skip a beat, unsure of what he was asking. Was he asking about the photo or the vision?

"See what?" I asked, turning my head to see him.

"The vision," he confirmed, turning his chair around so he could meet my eyes. "The flashes of light, the screams, the whispers... " he paused, reaching for my hands. His fingers enveloped mine, holding on tight to them. "The touch... " he whispered, taking my hand and putting it on his arm, gliding it down the brown fabric. "So it was you, " he mumbles, as if he seemed disappointed, or at a loss for words.

Quickly I pull my hand back, closing my hands together. "Yes, I had the same vision. Except I don't know who touched me," I lied. I knew it was Anakin, but I didn't want to tell him that. I don't know why, but I knew it was probably best to keep it a secret.

"Oh, " was all he said, as if this topic suddenly became boring. His eyes lingered on my hands, possibly wondering why I pulled away so quickly. Quickly his eyes dart away, returning his attention to his droid. "Who do you think it was? Was it familiar?" he asks, grabbing his rag harshly from the dashboard, starting to scrub his droid once again.

I shook my head, looking down at my palms. "No... I have no idea," I lie again. It was familiar, very familiar. The only person it could've been was Anakin. I honestly had no other clue on who it could be.

"Alright, " he says, nodding, finishing up his droid. He throws his rag off to the side, turning Artoo on. Artoo thanks him, beeping politely. I see Anakin smile, his droid bringing joy into his life. "No problem buddy," he replies, patting him on his head. He turns back around once again, facing me. "You do know I love you right? And that I'll be here for you, always?" he asks, taking my hands again, this time holding them firmly and with security.

I swallow hard, trying to hold back my emotions from flowing out of my mouth. All I wanted to ask was if he truly did, and truly loved me, and not just something to put on hold for Padmé. "Yes, " was all I replied, taking my hands back, my attention turning to the dashboard. "We're coming out of hyperspace, prepare to exit, " I say loudly, directing it to Artoo and Anakin, where the droid was in further in the back of the ship. My hands grasp on to the wheel, taking my seat belt and strapping myself in.

I don't have to see Anakin to know that made him mad. I could feel it, and it felt great.
••••••

Finally we arrived back on Coruscant, landing on the landing pad on the prison platform.

Anakin let go of the steering wheel, getting up and going to the back of the ship to the medical bay to get Raven. I looked at him, watching him leave, his shoulders tense, probably still mad about me.

I sigh, getting up out of my seat, following behind him, placing my hand on my lightsaber for security. I go outside of the ship, down the platform and on to the landing pad, meeting a bunch of royal guards in their blue uniforms.

"State your business, " one of them says, looking directly at me.

I cross my arms, turning around to see Anakin walking out with Raven. "We're delivering a prisoner. She is wanted by the Republic for capturing Jedi, and selling slaves," I state, eyeing the criminal, who stared at the ground, her eyebrows furrowed from being angry.

"Alright, we'll send her to a block, thank you General, " one of them says, taking Raven out of Anakin's arms, leading her to the inside of the prison.

"Well it looks like our job here is done, " Anakin profoundly says, crossing his arms.

I nod at him, walking back up the platform, and on to the ship. Even though we captured Raven, something still didn't feel quite right. "Yeah, " I mutter, getting into the co-pilots seat, flipping the switch to start up the engine.

"Hey what is your problem?" I hear Anakin ask, his boots clinking against the metal floor, making his way over to the pilot's seat. He plops down in his seat, his shoulders brooding. "We just captured and sent Raven to prison, and we practically saved a lot of people. What's your deal?" he wondered, crossing his arms.

I groaned, shaking my head. "It's not that... It's... Something else, " I respond, still trying to hide the fact that I'm still a bit bothered about him lying to me about him forgetting Padmé, and loving me.

He rolled his eyes, turning around in his seat, and grabbing on to the steering wheel. "We can't be in a relationship if all you're going to do is hide secrets from me, " He remarked, pushing the wheel up, lifting off to go to the Jedi Temple.

I huffed, trying to push away my feelings, let them go to the back of my head, and then later I could confront my feelings on my own. I know it isn't the healthiest- but... No. He was right. Finally I felt this rush of anger and confusion, and I decided to tell Anakin what was going on. "Well maybe you're the one who's hiding secrets from me!" I shout, punching the steering wheel in anger.

Anakin shot a glare at me, raising his eyebrows. "What do you mean? I'm not keeping anything from you-" he starts, but I interrupt him.

"Oh yeah?" I ask, getting up out of my seat. I march over to where Anakin had laid his bag down. I unzip it, pulling out the photograph of Padmé and him. "What about this?" I ask, walking back up to him, shoving it in his face. For the first time in a long time, I see his face soften, his eyes melting into sadness, his shoulders calming down, his facial expression turning into sorrow. He ducked his head away from the photo, turning around to face the windshield, his eyes set ahead of him.

He sighed, biting his lip, as if he was ashamed. "Yes, (Y/N). I still miss her. Is that what you wanted to hear?" he tries to snap back and sound like he's defending himself, but all I can hear is loss, and sadness.

Quickly, I feel sorry for him, feeling stupid at myself. "No... I'm.. I'm sorry, Anakin. I didn't know," I reply. Only I did know. I knew he loved her, and I was stupidly jealous. "I wish you could've told me so we wouldn't have this argument in this first place. "

He sighs, landing the ship in the hangar in the Jedi Temple. "Look, I'm sorry, I truly am. It's just every day... I can't get her out of my head... " he admits, shutting the engines down, placing his head into his hands, his elbows resting on the dashboard. "When I had that same vision you did,  I thought it was Padmé who was touching me... Until I realized it was you."

At that moment, I was shocked, even taken back by his comment. Here I was, who I thought I was in love with, who I thought loved me, didn't really. As usual, I knew it would come to this. I was the one who was always getting betrayed, I was the one who always had to save everyone, and take care of everyone, but no one ever returned the favor. "I uh... " I clear my throat, trying to stay strong. "Then this is an unhealthy relationship, " I respond, standing up, going to gather my bags.

"Wait what?" I hear Anakin stand up, out of his seat, making his way over to me. "No, no. (Y/N), I still love you, you know that right? I just have moments where I miss Padmé, and this is one of them... Please tell me you're not leaving?" He asks, his voice on the verge of breaking.

I nod. "I know... But if you miss her, then I should leave you alone to your thoughts... So you can train yourself to let go, of everything you've lost, and fear to lose, " I reply, zipping up a bag, and throwing it over my shoulder. I knew what I was doing. It was hard on me, and Anakin, but it was for the best.

As I leave the ship, there was silence. Nothing needed to be said, nothing needed to be addressed. I could sense how he was feeling. He was lost, angry, and confused.

Before I exited the ship, I stopped at the door, turning my head to face Anakin. "Besides, attachments are forbidden, right?" I reminded him, my voice about to break. I loved Anakin. I hated to see him like this. He was hurt and broken, I could see that. But what we had was unhealthy and forbidden against the Jedi Code. It couldn't go on any longer.

Anakin nodded, placing his hands on his head, his eyes swelling up with tears. "Right... Right," he affirmed, nodding his head. He just couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I love you, " I said for the last time.

Anakin smiled. "I love you too. "