stellacoronae:

Send me a ✧ to hear about an emotional/mental scar. || ♡ @vexxated ♡ (( wERE GONNA PRETEND THAT PADMÉ DIDN’T DIE IN CHILD BIRTH FOR THIS ONE OK ))

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growing up, being the YOUNGEST queen of naboo, becoming senator
soon after, came with challenges that were both thick and thin. at the
youngest of ages padmé was taught strength and courage. these two
traits playing a large role in the character she had grown up to be.  nothing,
however, prepared the lady of power for the scar that would come along
with heartbreak, with losing the love of her life. but worst of all, watching
the love of her life lose himself.

sweaty, nauseous, breathing heavy. it was 3 in the morning and padmé 
had found herself waking the same way she remembered anakin waking 
when they used to sleep together. the space next to her was empty,
scarring. her dreams became nightmares. reoccurring ones of the same 
scenario, the same vision, the same person. seeing anakin, even in her 
dreams, brought pain to her shattered heart and blurry eyes. the lack 
of his presence was more comforting than the constant nightmares of 
the person he had become, the person that she couldn’t recognize. in the
end, he wasn’t even that. he was barely human. 

it was then, and just then, when padmé was interrupted from her teary 
thoughts by the sounds of the cries of her babies. the ones that anakin
should’ve been here to raise.