Author's Note: Yay for cheesy love stories~! So I have a sudden inclination for a cheesy love story, and it's my very first one, so bare with me. The obvious: Don't own Code Geass. Oh, and prepare for my murder of history in later chapters, m'kay? ;-) Short first chapter, but the others will be longer. R & R - plz :3
She sat quietly on the warm sand with her knees drawn up into her chest as her amber-esque eyes scrutinized the distant horizon's incongruity. She had been there almost all night, and the first rays of golden sunshine were now beginning to peak over the ocean's edge. Out somewhere farther inland, she thought she could hear the faint cries of seagulls waking from their nightly slumber.
"How lucky they are," she mused, "to be perfectly rested and among friends…"
She paused for a moment, sighed, and with a dejected air beyond her years, hugged her bare legs closer to herself. The truth was that she had not come here simply to admire the view (how she wished that was) but to mull over her delicate situation.
All around her, there were words written lightly into the sand as if an animal had trodden them and not a human finger. But of the words that were legible, there was only one: Lelouch.
It stood out against the others like a fierce lion against a backdrop of lambs. She glared at it, and after a few moments, she found that her glaring had turned to loathing.
"Ugh, what a horrid name," she thought bitterly to herself, nestling her chin further into the crook of her arm.
How could she have expected him to feel the same way? Who was in the wrong here? Her? Him? She?
Tears immediately sprang into her eyes as similar questions ran through her mind. No, she would never – could never – return.
Just then, she thought she heard somebody call her name. His voice was muffled, as if he was speaking through a thick veil, but nevertheless, it was distinguishable. Instead of turning around, she grinded her teeth together and fiercely shook her head. She wasn't going back to him or to her; she no longer cared about the contract, her obligations, as irresponsible as that may have sounded.
His voice grew louder and clearer until she knew that he was right beside her. She watched as his shadow bent down towards the lump huddled on the damp, cold ground. Strong arms gripped hers as he pulled her into his chest, hugging her to him as if she was the love of his life, and how sorry she felt that she wasn't. She couldn't make out any of his passionate words, but they held no meaning, and it didn't matter.
Hot tears streamed down her pale cheeks as she struggled against him, struggled against his affection. But, in the end, the willpower left her small body and she gave in, just as life must ultimately give in to death.
Her throat closed around the three words that he so desperately longed to hear, and that she so desperately wished were true on his part, but after much difficulty, she was able to half-choke, half-sob them out. "I love you."