"I don't like the sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating. And it gets everywhere." Padmé turned to look back at him "Not here," Anakin went on. "It's like that on Tatooine--everything's like that on Tatooine. But here, everything's soft, and smooth." As he finished, hardly even aware of the motion, he reached out and stroked Padmé's arm. He nearly pulled back when he realized what he was doing, but since Padmé didn't object, he let himself stay close to her. She seemed a bit tentative, a bit scared, but she wasn't pulling away."There was a very old man who lived on the island," she said. Her brown eyes seemed to be looking far away, across the years. "He used to make glass out of sand--and vases and necklaces out of the glass. They were magical." Anakin moved a bit closer, staring at her intensely until she turned to face him. "Everything here is magical," he said.
"You could look into the glass and see the water. The way it ripples and moves. It looked so real, but it wasn't."
"Sometimes, when you believe something to be real, it becomes real." It seemed to Anakin as if she wanted to look away. But she didn't. Instead, she was falling deeper into his eyes, and he into hers."I used to think if you looked too deeply into the glass, you would lose yourself," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
STAR WARS: EPISODE II - ATTACK OF THE CLONES NOVELIZATION BY R.A. SALVATORE
