"Amidala, you know I love you, right?"  Anakin's voice inturrupts my silent questions and worries.  I hesitate and take a deep breath.  "Of course, Ani," I answer.  The night is cool, and a breeze rolls through the window, yet a fateful sense of foreboding is in the air.

The air is alive with the ominous feeling.  The moon is full, casting shadows around the room.  Anakin bites his lip, and frowns.  I look at his face.  I don't need the Force to know he is keeping something from me.

Tomorrow comes to take me away. I wish that I, that I could stay. But girl you know I got to go, oh. And Lord I wish it wasn't so...

"Anakin, what's wrong?" I ask, pleading him for an answer.

"Nothing Ami, I just..." but the words never come.  That sentence is blown away by the sudden gust of wind that sends chills down my spine.

Save tonight...

"Ani...I..."

"Shhh..." Anakin says, and I fall silent.  The wind starts to howl, and the room is growing cold.

...fight the break of dawn...

"Why?" is the question that escapes my lips.  But I know it won't be answered.  Never again will there be an answer.  Now the howling dies down, and finally the wind stops.  Everything is totally still, and cold.  And something inside me says the room will never be warm again.

Come tomorrow, tomorrow I'll be gone.

I capture a picture of Ani in my mind and in my heart.  I pull the blankets close to me, and a single tear falls onto the pillow.  I look out the window at the stars.  They look menacing.  I shudder, and turn away.

And then Anakin's hand is on my shoulder, and he bends down placing a soft kiss on my cheek.  I do not feel the usual electricity from his touch, and that worries me even more.  I want to save this moment, but weariness kicks in, and my eyelids droop, and fall, taking me away from the cold air.

...tomorrow I'll be gone...

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Brightness pulls me away from my sanctuary.  The sun has crept in like a thief through the window and poured into the room.  The empty room.  I look all over it, again and again.  I had known what the morning would bring, but now that it is here, I cannot hold my grief in.  I turn around and scream, a long haunting note of my pain.  I know that scream will be the one following me the rest of my life.  I close my eyes as the door opens and worried handmaidens pour in.  I tune it all out, and hope the darkness will take me.  But only the laughing voice in my head, the evil voice that lives there, entertains my thoughts.  He burns the words into my head, where they flash over and over, taunting me.  Anakin is gone.

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