A/N: FYI, this was written a while ago, just never posted it on here.

He realized with gut-churningparalyzing terror that for the first time in all his life, Anakin Skywalker, the Hero With No Fear, the Jedi's most greatest warrior was frozen solid in a state that was so foreign it was indescribable.

The explosion hit.

He couldn't move.

He realized with gut-churning paralyzing terror that for the first time in all his life, Anakin Skywalker, the Hero With No Fear, the Jedi's most greatest warrior was frozen solid in a state that was so foreign it was indescribable. He had not a mere sense of free will, as his body had reached it's information overload capacity, or perhaps the amount of soul-tearing trauma that one's brain could process, making Anakin an enslaved prisoner of his own mind.

He couldn't breathe anymore, his lungs had become ash, disintegrating just as his conscience seemed to. The phantom feeling of automatic breathing had finally escaped him, leaving his body entrapped, but aware enough that it needed air Anakin was deprived of.

It hurt, it burned, the sensation of no longer being provided oxygen made his eyes blur, his head ache and made the scene before him tip dangerously to the side.

Air was all around him, he knew that. It was laced with grit and dirt and the putrid smell of metallic blood accompanied by the screaming warning through the Force, left over by the explosion, but he just couldn't grasp any of it. His mind had locked his whole body into place, every functioning bodily necessity – even the ability to intake vital oxygen, something taken for granted, something that he never had the need to think about before – was practically shuting off with his mind still fully coherent.

Well, as coherent as one could possibly be in that state.

Electric messages throughout his body to his brain were scrambled – there was no way Anakin could tell that his mechno arm was crushed, ripped apart, dangling lifelessly by a few wires and metal fragments, since the nerves wouldn't respond correctly. But the part of his mind that was just thoughts was fully conscious, practically screaming in words that were unable to decipher.

He ached for the chaotic, erratic buzz of everything to fade away, for the Force to take him away, as this was the time Anakin truly thought it was all over, the time to stop fighting and rest, the time he'd be free, be with his mom and – and he'd– but...

He'd be with Padmé.

He saw, not with his eyes but with the Force sense entwined within the air, and felt the most excruciating feeling his twenty-two-year-old self had ever been exposed to know. The very essence of a fading lifeline connected to his being was shattered, being torn away from the insides of his mind, the air, the living Force. This, Anakin knew with as much certainty as he knew is own name, was Padmé's life.

It rendered him completely lifeless, real agony only he could feel from the moment the explosive struck, eliminating at least one of its targets.

She was gone.

- CyanGalaxy