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Being There

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death.

A/N: This is my first ever writing on here, so if it's bad, I wouldn't mind getting feedback. Hope you like it, I'll be writing more. I might make a Pt.2!

You were trying to meditate, trying to not think of anything that was going on. But it wasn't like you could just automatically shut out all of the thoughts running through your head. It wasn't like you could ignore the part of you that was longing to be revealed but would never be able to because it wasn't allowed.

"My Padawan, I sense you can't focus," Obi-Wan said, making your eyes open. He was sitting in front of you, meditating, with his eyes completely closed. She looked him up and down, from how perfectly his hair laid on his head, to how attractively his legs were crossed.

"I'm sorry Master, I guess I have a lot on my mind," you whispered, not trusting your voice to go any louder. One major thing that was on your mind, was that one of your close companions died on a recent mission. They were the only person you trusted the most, besides Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka.

They were the only person who knew how you felt for a certain Jedi, and they comforted you when you could no longer deny your feelings. They understood you in ways that were rare for anyone to understand, so it crushed you to learn that they died.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes, sensing the emotions and thoughts his Padawan was feeling. You were unaware, the thoughts keeping you stuck in your head. He sensed their grief, their despair, and their utter disbelief.

He understood though because that was how he felt when his master, Qui-Gon, died. He had heard the news and remembered how close the two of you were, and instantly wanted to seek you out. But when he turned to look for you, you were already out of the temple.

He knew where you were though because you told him how the place made you feel. The gardens were where you went to just relax, but it was also where you first met your friend. And you continued to meet there ever since, and it hurt his heart to see you sitting there, begging in the night sky for your friend to be there.

He had to bring you back inside, made a cup of tea, and sent you to your quarters. He watched as you entered your room, with an emotionless face, and he just couldn't handle seeing you like that. He went to his room and just sat there for a while. Many thoughts went through his head that night, some ones that the two of you would freak out over. But, he pushed it aside and went to bed.

"How about we end this session for today," Obi-Wan said, being gentle with his tone. You immediately looked up at him, your eyes wide. You shook your head frantically, trying to convey that this was the opposite of what you wanted to happen.

"Master, I want to do this. Please," you pleaded, your hands gripping your pants. You were slightly leaned forward, and your body was beginning to seem like it was caving in. But, Obi-Wan knew better.

You were starting to have dark circles under your eyes, and your moves were sluggish. You weren't sleeping, and everything you were feeling was starting to wear you down. You were more closed off, and it was starting to scare your friends.

"Y/n, you need to rest. You haven't been sleeping," Obi-Wan stressed, breaking his position. He took your hand, squeezing it. His face was twisted with concern, and his eyes were pleading for you to realize what you were doing to yourself.

"Please, don't make me stop," you muttered, your voice starting to break. Your eyes were starting to well up with tears, and you were trying to fight the sting of them. You tried to pull your hands from him, getting frantic when he wouldn't let go. Your breath was picking up in pace, and your other hand was moving to pull away from him.

He wouldn't let you, and he began to pull you into him. Being that he was a stronger man than you, while you were also very strong physically, it took him a second to pull you in. Your hands were pushing against his chest, trying to not give in to the comfort he was openly giving.

"Let go. It's okay, dear. Let go," he whispered, his lips pressing into your hair. One hand was running through your hair, while the other rubbed your back.

The tears were unstoppable, and sobs flowed like a river from your lips. You buried your face in his chest, gripping his robes. Every suppressed emotion you had come barreling to the surface, and you just had to let it out.

And the whole time, Obi-Wan was there. He would be there, forever and always.