Ah, beautiful perspective fics! They're easy and I love them :) Gosh, this is sad…I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this…

I couldn't bear it. I had always been afraid of this, never letting her out of my sight, always trying to protect her from harm. She resented it, telling me that she would be all right, and to stop worrying so much; but I couldn't leave her side, I was so scared of what would happen should I let go of her for even a millisecond. I promised myself that I would never let this happen. I swore to keep her safe, even if it meant giving up my own life for her. But I have failed her. I always imagined this. Dreading it. Desperately willing my nightmare to stay but a bad dream. But this galaxy is a nightmare…and there is no escape from it.

When I heard her cry, I rushed to her side, effortlessly cutting through the droids surrounding her. Had I arrived seconds earlier I could have saved her, but I was too late. I could see the blaster wound, cutting into her chest, the blood dripping down her tunic. I could feel her pain, as if it was my own. I felt my heart breaking as I knelt beside my padawan, taking her into my arms, gripping her small hand. She grasped me tightly, holding desperately to my hand, never wanting to let go.

"Medic!" I yelled hoarsely. "We need a medic! Someone, please! Medic! Ahsoka…it's okay…it's going to be all right," I said, shaking my head fiercely, unwilling to accept that she was dying.

"Master…" She choked out, coughing blood onto my robe. I knew that it was already too late. Blaster fire pinged around us, some of it coming dangerously close, but I didn't even notice.

"Ahsoka…I couldn't…I...I'm so sorry. Oh Ahsoka, I'm so sorry. I have failed you." I tasted the salty tears streaming down my cheeks. She coughed weakly.

"No…Master...never. I love…" She coughed up more blood. Too much. She gripped my hand and closed her eyes, her teeth gritted. She was in excruciating pain, and I could do nothing for her. Just hold her hand, and try to comfort her as she breathed her last. But how could I be of any comfort, when I was so broken? I brushed the side of her face with my gloved hand, and a peaceful look came over her face. I felt the life leave her, and her tight grip on my hand loosened.

"Snips…" I whispered, my voice breaking with pain "No…"

I pressed my forehead to hers, my tears dripping onto her lifeless cheeks. But nothing could bring her back. What's the use of being the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy if you can't save the ones you love? Power is nothing. I felt so helpless.

She was gone.

Gone, gone, gone.

I repeated it over and over in my head, but I would not accept it. I couldn't.

I stood up, still holding her tightly in my arms. I felt empty, drained. Almost as lifeless as my dead padawan. Then I carried her from the battlefield, longing to escape from the smoke, from the blood-red tinted sky, from the screams of wounded men, the pain, the suffering, the death, away from my own thoughts, spinning in my head. I carried her away, weeping shamelessly for the girl who had once been so full of light, of life, now lying limp in my arms. Her smile that could brighten up the dreariest day. Those bright, wide blue eyes, never to open again. I felt so terrible, so hollow. I am changed forever. She was a part of me, and without her, I'll never be what I once was. Everything I see will remind me of her, a light in the darkness of my life. Her death has cut me straight to the soul.

And some wounds just don't heal.

So how was that? I almost cried writing it, too!

~Snips