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They'd always hovered just shy of something more.

That was the dangerous thing about time—
how quietly it slipped through her fingers
while she'd kept convincing herself there'd be more of it.

More missions.

  More sparring matches. More half-teases, chaotic banter, and aching glances that held a weighted language under a guise—the truth behind a smirk or a jab. With Anakin Skywalker nothing ever stayed simple. He was fire, a relentless flame, never letting her hide behind her fears or excuses. Their friendship had been forged in bruises, laughter, and late-night dares; he pushed her, sometimes too hard, refusing to let her believe she was anything but fragile. She was the wind that refused to bow—never breaking, only bending, slipping past his walls and steadying his flame when it threatened to scorch them both.

Aydia Whitelighter had trained beside Anakin Skywalker for years. She had fought at his side, and bled in the same dust and fire. She'd seen the way he swaggered into every room like he owned the air itself, all squared shoulders and reckless confidence that challenged those who dare stop him. She knew the flash in his eyes before a duel, that sly, wolfish grin that meant someone was about to pay. The tight clench of his jaw for an impending penance bottled in like lightning.

And Gods help anyone when it finally unleashed.

His presence in the Force was a gravity well—fierce and consuming, volatile as a storm, and had always burned too close to the sun.

Until she watched the flames flicker behind his eyes, whispering the end with a deafening silence.

Until the shadows clawed their way in like curls of smoke, holding fast to them both.

This wasn't a love story. Not the kind anyone teaches Jedi to survive.

It's a story of choices. Of lines etched in silence and crossed. Of loyalties torn in the stillness between breaths.

Before the war touched the stars—they were already fighting a war within.

And fate?

It had already chosen its battlefield...

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧
This work contains strong language and profanity, as well as depictions of violence consistent with the Star Wars universe. It explores themes of emotional and psychological angst and includes mild sensuality. This work is a adult aimed version of Star Wars had it not been PG-13. Reader discretion is advised, as the content may not be suitable for all audiences.
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