disclaimer: little lion man, revenge of the sith, harry potter, and love actually do not belong to me

(revised chpt.)

Quiet Forever

when anakin kinda sorta doesn't pick a side, the whole galaxy kinda sorta feels the consequences.

(That night—either in the cockpit or in your bed, you're not too sure: you both are connected—you dream of what could be. A burning temple and flowers. There's weeping and screaming in the background. The dream switches, and now the flowers are dancing, and there's laughter and everything is happy, now. The dreams keep switching back and forth, back and forth, backandforth—

You—the one in Utapau, or in the one in Coruscant, because you'll never stop the connection now—never wake up.)

The world is loud, and they keep screaming, (words,words!) but Anakin can't understand exactly what is being said. He tries to look for an escape, because he doesn't know how to answer. Maybe, he doesn't want to answer….

(i can save her.)

(i need your help, anakin.)

(everything dies. eventually, even the stars burn out.)

They keep asking for you to choose. And then Anakin thinks—

I'm the chosen one. I'm supposed to balance the Force, not pick a side.

And so you balance. Laugh.

And walk out the door.

(At least. You—both of you, because you both are one singular person—don't think you wake up.

Because, that time that could have been when you woke up—it's not much different from your dream. There's burning and screaming and dancing and weeping and laughing and flowers. The stars are shining and your battling your way through something—

wake up, little one.

wake up.

everything's fine, now.

wake up.

You wake up.

And smile.

And you, the Sons of Suns, are now alive.)

This story is about…love and loss. Brotherhood and betrayal. Courage and sacrifice. Where the what-could-have-been's and should-never-be's will come to life. Where grace is wasted, and boldness stands along among the wreck. People will die. Some will fall. And a new terror will rise, in the place of another. But stars will rise too. There will be a savior, who should have been lost. And there will be hope. Because love means never having to say you're sorry. Because the only thing that one needs to do is turn on the light.

love is more than a candle.

love can ignite the stars.

—revenge of the sith novelization,

matthew stover