I do not think ending can be right.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the show, if I did-Lelouch would be emperor by now, and happy, too.
It seems like just mere yesterdays ago-an infinite time has passed in body and environment but my mind continues to parade around the everlasting memory lain subconscious to my short-term memory, held captivated or maybe, captive, within the prison walls of my ever consuming, ever destroying, deteriorating mind.
I can see- feel, listen to her image from far, far away. And I can almost smell her sweet smile and mix of blended fruit like shampoo and condition contents, within her silk tresses, within her flight of doom and desire through the meadows which we came to wander about, her flimsy dress floating knee high and her tangled brunette locks flying with the winds, as though angels- angels speaking out to us, giggling with her small sounds of delight, playfully enrapture her entire being to emit a glow of perfection and innocence and such child like wonder was her essence- was simply, her.
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And she was mine.
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She had always been mine, in that spiritual, physical, emotional aspect that turned to the worse of all possessive traits within me. I couldn't let her go- I couldn't end it with that happily ever after. I couldn't entwine the tales of everlasting love within a modern society- I couldn't let go the fantasy.
That what should be yours will be yours. What you deserve, you shall receive. I deserved her, I wanted her, and I needed her. But in the end, I didn't obtain her- even within years of having her in my grasp, watching her as she grew, knowing I was molding a creature of love and purity, virtue germane to that of a saint, that I was corrupting her into that which would satisfy my needs and enrapture our surroundings with passion unbelievably and unable to be fully told.
I believe I ramble now. I do, indeed. I have no actual mind of what I type- but I type it nonetheless. I must speak, even as my mouth is shut tight. I must tell the story, of an ending which can't be quite right. I must tell the story of my one and only, love.
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Review and Chapter two shall be up.