"Are you enjoying the celebration?"

Padmé forces herself to smile at you. She was born for this— to be a diplomat. To pretend. But there's something so unnatural about hiding her feelings from you. She's never had to do it before.

Then again; she broke up with you. This ache in her chest is her own fault. She hates feeling so... distant. You're just barely three feet from her, and it feels like you're miles away.

A divide of her own making.