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As Anakin moved to leave, Padmé grasped for him. He indulged her, letting himself be pulled into a kiss. She pressed into it, desperately, as if that kiss alone could wash away all of her fear and dread, the Temple burning on the horizon, the arrests, all of it…
He pulled away all too soon, with a murmured promise that he’d be back as soon as he could.
She wanted him to stay. To have one thing to hold onto as everything else was lost. But he slipped out of her grasp.
No kiss would be shared between them again.