Anakin

After Anakin ran from the Temple garden he kept running back to his quarters.
R2D2 was still waiting and saw his friend enter looking very upset. The droid beeped softly hoping Anakin would talk to him, but all he did was sit on the bed, head in his hands.
The tears that started in the garden wouldn't stop, and he didn't try to stop them. Master Plo's words echoed in his brain making him feel worse.
"Ahsoka..." he dicho his voice quivering. Feverish and distraught, he layed down and let exhaustion settle in.
Artoo stood beside his cama beeping in a soothing way. Anakin's rest didn't last long and...

Later that evening after Anakin left O-Mer and Jinx a their quarters, he went to his own. He tried to sleep but his thoughts always went to Ahsoka and the many missions they had been on. He held her damaged lightsaber to his chest and closed his eyes to the pain he felt in his heart.
Anakin tried meditation and it didn't work. He called for R2D2 who had finished downloading their last mission to the Jedi Council. The little droid didn't hesitate to come at his friend's call.
"Artoo...she's gone," was all he dicho as the droid rolled into his quarters.
Artoo let out a sad beep. In his own way he...

When they entered the cathedral, Anakin felt his corazón break even más at the sight of Ahsoka's still body laying on the sacred slab. She had been all cleaned up and dressed in her Togrutan Jedi outfit and leggings. Her hands were crossed over her chest with her lightsaber tucked in her right hand. She looked to be sleeping with a serene expression on her face. Gone were the wounds of her death thanks to Master Vokara's ministrations.
Tears blurred the vision of her and Anakin wiped at his eyes, not wanting to cry in front of Masters Yoda and Windu. He saw Masters Luminara and Aayla fighting...

"Good morning, young Skywalker," Yoda dicho a slight smile on his face.
"Good morning, Masters," Anakin dicho as he bowed in respect for his elders.
"Your new Padawan." Yoda dicho gesturing over to where Masters Plo and Sinube stood with a robed figure between them. The figure was slim and very tall, even taller than Master Plo. He couldn't see her face but caught a faint glimpse of greenish-hued hands that were human-like in appearance.
A Gungan? he thought, no....a Falleen? He shuddered at that notion having had a bad experience with a female Falleen who had gotten a little too friendly with him...