...Giggling and Laughing...
These had been the good old days, the days Lelouch desired more than any of the days that were to come. He'd lost everything his family, friends, love, and most importantly his purpose. The one thing he lived for had disappeared from his life...and the world.
Ever since that day, the light had consumed his mind, unable to make sense of things, unable to let go of the past. All's he could think of was her, her face, her voice, her everything.
Her simile haunted his dreams; he could hear her laughter ringing in his ear, always happy. Everything would seem in it's rightful place, until the giant flash ended it all.
"Nunnally!" Lelouch would scream waking himself up every morning. He would lay dripping with sweat, his mind pulsing, images flashing.
Still unable to let go.
His little angel had to spread her wings and fly away from this world