The Eraser
By Any Unborn Child
The busyness of the streets easily hid Shirley's current disposition.
It was late in the afternoon, and instead of doing what most of her age group would be doing on a Sunday, sleeping or whatnot, she decided to take a walk into town and see what was going on. Or rather, busy her mind so that it didn't look like she was pining away for someone that she couldn't have, the she didn't even know she wanted.
Lelouch…
Was it odd to miss someone, even though they were so close?
It was strange – she found herself missing him, even if he was in the next room or sitting right next to her.
She couldn't really define it. It was almost as if Lelouch, or at least his subconscious, was in a far off place, battling other battles, even though he was right next to her, talking to her and the others at the student council in the same realm as they were. He always seemed so distracted…stuck in a daze…the daze of someone who held too much responsibility on their shoulders…someone who kept that weight with them no matter what the circumstance.
Shirley sat down on a nearby bench, putting her purse next to her person, her chin in her hand.
Lulu…
If there was anything she could do for him, she'd gladly do it.
But did he have to ask in order for her to do it…or should she do something for him without any means of reciprocation?
She didn't know.
She truly didn't know.