author's note: I recommend listening to this song while reading this. It really inspired me and gave me further ideas on how to continue this story (it's very important that it will be this version‼️‼️)
You didn’t really know your life.
Yes, when your fingertips traced over each covered photo, some thread of familiarity tugged at you—but it was always fog, always out of reach. A smile in the background, eyes filled with warmth as they gazed at yours, arms linked with yours like they belonged there, you clearly laughing with…right..Who? There were no names, no voices. Just a dark, hollow void without any meaning.
So who were you?
If ANAKIN SKWALKER saw the soft furrow of your brow, the way your lips parted like you were chasing a memory, he’d always step in.
“It’s okay,” he’d say softly, brushing your hair behind your ear with calloused fingers. “It was a long time ago. Some things just... fade.”
And when you asked about someone in a photo, he’d give you answers. Not lies. Not really. Just… altered truths.
“Oh, they moved to another city. Must’ve changed their number.”
“He took a job in Vietnam—said the future was better there.”
“She…” He'd pause, watching your eyes with that devastating softness. “She died, sweetheart. Two years ago. Car accident.”
You remembered her voice, but it was faint, melodic. A song you couldn’t place. A face that made your chest ache. But why? You had no idea. When you tried to dig deeper, when you pressed your mind for the details—it shut down. A black hole. A Panic. Silence.
Still, Anakin was calm. He never got angry with you for not remembering much. He just pulled you closer. Told you you were safe. And you believed him. Because with him, you felt safe.
Even if you didn’t know why.
Who were you?
Who were you?
Who were you?
The question echoed in your bones. Clawed at the inside of your skull like a scream that had nowhere to go.
“Something on your mind, sweetheart?” the voice cut through the haze, soft yet sharp. Like velvet over a dagger. His gaze caught yours in the mirror—icy, unreadable for you
You blinked. Forced a small smile. Smoothed the red satin over your thighs. “Nothing. Just..my head... playing tricks again.”
His expression faltered. Coldness slipped in. Something else, too—fear, maybe. You couldn't really tell. Reading emotions wasnt your greatest talent. Or maybe was it simply possession? Or that darkness you weren’t supposed to see?
You swallowed.
“I mean… maybe it’s just the weird girl that bumped into me earlier,” you added quickly, laughing too softly, too nervously. “I did tell you about her, didn’t I?”
His jaw twitched. Just a little.
The wind kissed your skin as you walked, soft, a little chilled. It felt like it was forcing itself against you, like it was trying to stop you. Like it knew something you didn’t. Like it tried to stop you from making a deadly mistake
Your scarf danced in the breeze, catching in the air like a ballerina. You didn’t notice much of the possible 'warnings' the weather was forcefully pushing towards you. You were already crossing the street, already pushing through the heavy doors of the boutique Anakin told you about.
He rarely let you go out alone.
“It’s not safe, sweetheart,” he’d say, brushing your cheek with gentle fingers, voice calm yet firm. “People out there… they’d do anything for what they want.”
You never questioned it. Not when he knew your moods before you did. Not when he always knew your location, your thoughts, your fears. It felt… right. Like he deserved to know all of those things.
The shop welcomed you with warm lighting, elegant displays, and too-bright smiles.
Too perfect. Too rehearsed.
You wandered through the aisles, fingertips brushing over fabrics you knew Anakin would like—deep crimsons, rich navy blues, colors that made your skin glow and your heart beat up a littlte faster from the excitement. From imagining him simply being breathtaken over your beauty. But the dresses your eyes caught made you feel… familiar. Like maybe you’d once worn them before. Like maybe you’d been someone else once. Like you were here before
But the second you tried to chase that memory—
Blackness. Emptiness; like falling into a hole with no end, no floor, no past.
You barely noticed the eyes on you. At first. Until it felt like they were sinking into your skin. Until the back of your neck prickled. Until the red dress in your hand felt like it was soaked in blood.
“Y/N?”
Your heart froze. Familiar tone; familiar melodic voice. You turned slowly.
Blonde. Familiar eyes. Average frame. But something about her face hit you with a shiver of déjà vu. You knew her. Somehow. Somewhen.
“I thought you were dead,” she breathed, eyes wide. “We thought you were dead.”
We? Who were we? After all, Anakin knew you were alive. He dropped you off. He told you—
“I—I'm sorry… I don’t… I don’t know who you are.”
The girl blinked. Scoffed. A paint of hurt crossed her edges; like the words cut her deeper than you could understood.
“Now you don’t remember me? After everything?”
She stepped closer. You stepped back. Something itched under your skin. A bone-deep discomfort.
Fear. So familiar, so foreign.
“You disappeared. No word, no message, no call. Nothing. We searched for you. Benji went crazy after you vanished.”
You could barely breathe.
Your palms were slick. Your throat suddenly dry.
“I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” you whispered, holding the dress like it could somehow anchor you. “I—I don’t remember… anything like that.”
She looked at you like you were a stranger, like she wanted to slap the truth back into you
“I’m sorry,” you said again, trying to be polite. Trying to calm the storm building behind your ribs. “I’ve had… memory issues. After my car accident. Maybe we could talk sometime? Grab a coffee? You clearly know me and I—”
“What accident?” her voice was ice. "I’ve never seen you in a car. You hate them. Ever since your dad killed your mom in one.”
Your heart stopped.
You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink.
Images—feelings, connection —something flickered in the back of your mind. Screams. Metal. Blood. Rain on glass. A woman’s voice. A man shouting. And nothing again.
Pain. Real pain bloomed in your chest.
“You don’t remember anything, do you?” she smiled then. But it wasn’t kind. Her gaze fell from your face down to your toes, going right back at your new hair, expensive jewelry, clothes, shoes, dress dress dress “Well, at least its good to know one of us are living their best lifes. Enjoy the princess fantasy while it lasts, Y/N. Because everything—everything—comes to an end.”
After the last words died in your throat, giving birth to a scared, still-shocked breath, you dared to look at him.
Maybe that was your mistake.
Because his eyes—those eyes you once thought held the sky in them—looked at you like he didn't see you at all. Like he was staring right through your skin, straight to something else. Something you didn't even know existed inside you. Cold. Dangerous. Like meeting a devil in the skin of someone you thought loved you. A chill wrapped itself around your spine, squeezed, stayed there. You knew those eyes from somewhere, from another life, another reality—but now they were foreign. Empty of softness.
Your hands began to sweat again. Just like they had earlier, with that girl. Your palms clammy, clutching onto the soft cherry crimson material like it was some short of a lifeline.
For a second—just a split moment—you thought maybe he was mad. Maybe this was what the beginning of his fury looked like. Not screaming. Not throwing things. Just… silence. Cold and echoing and sharp as broken glass under bare feet. And all you could think about was how he always warned you. How he told you the world out there wasn’t holy anymore, how people had ripped the wings off angels and dressed up as gods. That they’d hurt you, take you from him, corrupt you into something you weren’t. He told you he saved you. That he saved you from them. That only he knew the truth. And you believed him. You had to.
...Or did you?
His voice cracked through the air like thunder in a quiet chapel. “Did she say anything else?”
You flinched. Just a tiny jerk of the shoulder. Barely noticeable—but not to him. Your eyes dropped. Your throat felt like it was being squeezed by invisible hands. Pressure pushing and pushing until the breath left you entirely. Something whispered in your head again. Softly. Distant.
Protection. Love. Sacrifice. Adoration. Beauty.
You swallowed.
“I—I don’t think so,” you whispered. It wasn’t even a lie. Not really. Just a safer version of the truth. “I’m sorry.” The words came out without a thought. Like muscle memory. Your lips just moved and there it was, hanging between you two. Sorry for being outside. Sorry for being seen. Sorry for not remembering—or for remembering just enough to ruin everything.
He moved. Not fast. Not slow either. The sound of his footsteps felt louder than they should’ve been against the black tile, echoing like something from a dream you didn’t want to remember. Fingers touched your arm—warm, soft, reverent. Like worship. Thumb stroked your skin with the kind of care that should have comforted you, but instead made your stomach twist into knots you couldn’t untangle. Lips brushed your ear, your neck, with breath so warm it almost melted the ice building in your chest. And through the mirror, his eyes found yours again.
“Remember the story I told you? About the people who look like everyone else, but they’re not? Monsters don’t grow horns, sweetheart. They smile. They lie. They plant things in your head and wait for you to rot.”
You nodded slowly. Like a puppet on a string.
His lips pressed another kiss to your skin, soft, slow "She’s one of them,” he whispered, as if mourning her. As if mourning you. "She wanted to twist you, baby. Make you believe lies. She wanted to take what we have and burn it. Right here—” his hand moved, finger trailing slowly up your stomach, until it pressed against your chest. Your heart thudded against his fingertip. “—right in your heart. She wanted to plant seeds of doubt in it. Let them grow. Let them ruin you.”
You blinked, your breath catching in your throat. "But… Ani, I knew her. I knew her from somewhere. I’m sure I did…”
His entire body tensed behind you, just for a second. His hand never left your heart, but his voice dipped—lower, darker. “And that’s what evil does, sweetheart,” he murmured. “It makes you think it’s familiar. That’s how it gets in. That’s how it breaks you.” he kissed your shoulder. Gentle. Steady. Like a vow whispered to your skin. "I won’t let that happen. I’d burn the whole world before I let anyone take you.”
You nodded.
Because what else could you possibly do?
Yet the doubt… it was already inside you. Curling into your bones like smoke. And even though his touch still made your body flush with warmth, you couldn’t stop thinking—
Was it all completely true? And who the hell was that girl?
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