Okay, so my other story Never Gone is just not wanting to work out right now, so I decided to start something new. No, I am not abandoning it, but it may be a while before it gets an update. Anyways, this one is going to be a collection of short little one-shots written from Obi-wan's point of view. One for each year of Luke's life up until the point of Obi-wan's death on the Death Star. It will be somewhat angsty, but hopefully enjoyable. :) The chapters will probably get longer as the story progresses.

Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: Haven't written one of these in a while, so I felt obligated to mention that basically nothing in this story is mine except for the idea itself. Just diving a little deeper into the vast ocean of GL's imagination. :)

Newborn.

He refuses to look at the baby sleeping soundly in his arms. There is no reason to. No reason to remember a man that's gone now.

Despite his efforts, he still feels the heat searing his arms and the sulfur eating at his lungs.

The moment passes, but the sensations still linger as he pushes the bundle forward into waiting arms. The woman smiles softly when she sees the boy's face, ignorant of why she has been unexpectedly blessed with such a gift. She glances up into the world-weary features of the man who brought the boy.

He manages a small twitch of his mouth, barely a smile. She stares into his haunted eyes and offers an encouraging smile of her own.

It doesn't help.

He nods respectfully and then folds his hands into his sleeves before turning away. She watches him go, resisting the urge to run after him even though he's a complete stranger. She's never seen that much pain in one glance before.

His shadowed figure fades into dusk.

The baby sniffles and chokes a little. Then he's crying.

The crying only stops when he no longer has the strength.

Yeah, it's short, but I would love it if you would review. Even just a few words is fine! Thanks for reading! :)