The city glows beneath you, a sea of gold and traffic lines threading between towers like veins. The spire stretches too high, the air too thin, and your breath? Shaky. Not because of the height- okay, maybe a little but mostly because the guy standing way too close behind you doesn’t even know you hate heights.

Your current boyfriend who your currently calling Tall, Toxic, and Totally Clueless- thinks this is romantic. Thinks you’re just being “overdramatic” when you edge back from the rail. He laughs when you tense up at the wind whipping past. You say nothing. You’ve said too much before and gotten nowhere.

Later, he disappears into the crowd, distracted by whatever flashy new tech or powerplay he’s chasing tonight. You slip away, needing space. Needing oxygen. Needing silence…

And you end up in an old training room.

It’s mostly dark. Empty, other than a few sabers tucked into walls, and the faint hum of the force in the floor itself. You sit down cross-legged, like you used to when you were younger. Before.

Before him.

You don’t even hear anyone come in. Not until you hear the hiss of the doors closing. But the moment he speaks, you remember exactly what it felt like to be seen.

“So he doesn’t know you’re scared of heights?”

Anakin Skywalker. The one person you didn’t feel like currently throwing a table at for talking- Your best friend… and and your ex boyfriend.

The man who knew both everything and nothing about you and your new relationship. The one you missed and the one who knew exactly how much of a jerk you were currently with.