April 26, 2023 A.W.
Monday
This is not really the first time I wrote a diary. I did some for school projects and that's it. Diaries didn't catch my interest. In fact, I really don't want to spill anything in a notebook locked by some small, cutesy lock and hide it in some secret place or the closet. I prefer keeping things inside me and stash it somewhere in my mind, but it seems like people are against it. They say it's really bad for my health. Even Nunnally says so.
I guess that was the reason I got mad, depressed, paranoid and such. But I have no regrets. Like I said, I'm not comfortable to share a morsel about me. Even if it's on a piece paper.
Maybe... I should take a deep breath and loosen up. Maybe I need a change of pace for once in a while so, I decide to humor Anya and started this. Anyways, I'll treat this diary like a travel log or a record book since I'm moving around a lot. I can't stay in a place for too long since I'm immortal. I don't want any old people, especially women, asking what anti-aging cream I'm using or how thick is my make-up just to look young. I don't want any pesky priests, nuns, religious people and jealous girls who don't know how to keep quiet and start accusing me for witchcraft and dark magic.
Well, in a sense, I'm a magician since I could give magical contracts but I won't. I think it's partly because of the isolation Geass give to its bearer and partly because I want to live in a normal and peaceful life. In other words, to rest. I wanted to forget those painful moments three years ago.
I still miss them. I miss Nunnally, Suzaku, Kallen, Milly, Rivalz, Jeremiah, Anya... even that stupid Tamaki. I miss the Ashford Academy, I miss the old storehouse in the Kururugi estate, I miss the Ikaruga. I miss everything and everyone. But, I know, I can't go back there. To the eyes of the world, I'm an evil dictator who was dead three years ago.
Speaking of Jeremiah, I hope he isn't around following me. I didn't tell him I'm leaving for good and I snuck out with a stubborn horse and a hay cart before dinner. Oh, and I hope he won't find me. Damn, I feel like a fugitive on the run.
Anyways, it's not like he'll find me here. He told me that he haven't scouted this area. The tall shrubs and grasses growing around here provides a good hiding place. This was the reason I chose this place for me to stay for the night.
But I can't just underestimate him. Not with his cyborg powers.
Alright, I'm sleepy. Pen off..
Lelouch
AN: This is something random I came up with. So, feel free to point out any mistakes or suggest anything about this story or if you want this to continue. I'm a very inexperienced writer but meh, who cares. Constructive criticisms are always welcome.