I waited at Padmé’s apartment landing dock, restless as ever. She was finally returning from Naboo, and the ache of missing her had been unbearable. I always missed her. But it wasn’t just her absence that gnawed at me—it was you, too. You, my best friend. My confidant. Padmé’s sister.

We’ve been friends since we met on Tatooine. Those days are etched in my mind. I remember thinking Padmé was the most beautiful girl in the galaxy. I even called her an angel. But with you, it was always different. There’s no comparing the two. You’ve always understood me in ways no one else could, even Padmé. I could share things with you I’d never say to her.

But something’s changed. You barely look at me now. You avoid me, snapping at me or at Padmé when I try to speak to you. That’s not who you are. You’ve always been grounded, calm. Now it feels like you resent me, and I don’t know why. Did I do something to push you away? The not knowing is unbearable. I thought we trusted each other.

Padmé’s ship broke through the atmosphere, pulling me from my thoughts. when I saw her, I ran to her, wrapped her in my arms, and spun her around. For a moment, it was just her and me, and I could breathe again. You’ve always known about us, swearing to keep our secret. I trusted you.

But as I held Padmé, I saw you walking past, head high, hands behind your back like a Jedi Council member. You didn’t look at me. Didn’t smile, nod, or say a word. You just kept walking. It hurt more than I care to admit.

For days, I told myself it didn’t matter. That you were busy or distracted. But no matter how I rationalized it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something deeper was wrong. You avoided me at every turn, leaving the room when I entered, acting as though you didn’t hear me.

When I finally saw you again, standing alone in one of the Temple’s endless corridors, I knew I couldn’t let you walk away this time. I had to know the truth, no matter how difficult it might be. Even if it wasn’t what I wanted to hear.