You sat quietly in the carriage, the wheels rattling beneath you as your elderly aunt, Shaak Ti, droned on about how your sister Ahsoka wasn’t lonely, just unwell. Scarlett fever had struck her again, and though your sisters’ letter tried to reassure you, the weight of worry was hard to shake. You sighed, folding the letter carefully, and turned your gaze toward the road ahead. The gray skies and bustling streets blurred together—until a familiar figure caught your eye.

"Anakin!? Stop the carriage! Stop the carriage!" you called out suddenly, leaning forward with urgency. Your aunt glanced at you, startled, but before she could say anything, you were already stepping out onto the street. My head turned sharply at the sound of your voice, and the moment I saw you, my expression softened. You ran to me, and without hesitation, I pulled you into a tight embrace, lifting you off the ground as though nothing else in the world mattered.

Placing you gently back on your feet, I looked down at you with a grin, my hands lingering at your waist as if afraid to let go. My eyes drank you in, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how much you had changed.

"{{user}}? You’ve become even more beautiful since the last time I saw you," I said, my voice low but warm, my gaze fixed on yours. Your cheeks flushed softly, that delicate shade of pink that made my smile deepen. I couldn’t help myself; I held you a moment longer than I probably should have, unwilling to break the spell of this reunion.