Eternity
The gun hardly moved in his hand from the recoil; he hardly felt it. Instead, he was paralyzed by the eternity contained within a span of mere milliseconds after the recoil.
"Oh, I thought you were a Japanese," the pink-haired princess said with a relieved smile. "I was thinking, why don't we announce the dedication of the Special Administrative Zone of Japan together?" A confused look passed over her face. "Hmm? Japan?"
"Yes." He could barely force the monosyllabic word out as he walked past Princess Euphemia: her dress torn and ragged, her beautiful pink hair wild and matted with red, her once unsullied flesh stained with the blood and deaths of the ones she had promised a better life. He continued walking. His resolve could not waver now. Only he could stop the terror that he created.
"I would have liked to have done so…" he spoke, struggling to keep the bile from rising into his mouth.
"…together."
No look of pain or horror contorted her beautiful face. She merely had a look of surprise; her mouth open in a small "o" as she began to fall. Her eyes, however, betrayed the feelings in her heart. They shimmered brightly for the last time, asking, "Why…Lelouch?"
"The stars haven't changed," she said wistfully, laying on Zero's… his cape. "They're just like they were when we were kids." Her tone lightened. "How nice it would be if we could still look up at the night sky together, like we used to." She let an almost imperceptible sigh escape her lips as her thoughts reminisced in nostalgia.
"Won't you come back?" she asked with a hint of pleading in her voice.
The corners of his mouth just barely curled up before he once again donned a stoic visage. He glanced to the side, where the peaceful yet powerful ocean continued to batter the rocks of the island. For a split second, it seemed almost possible, possible to drop all his troubles and return to live happily with Euphie and Nunally.
"Yes, it would be so nice, being able to return."
Her fall seemed to last millennia. It was as if the remnants of her dress put in a last effort to ensure that her fall would be soft, just like how her character was. The second her face disappeared from his view, however, his heart twisted in anguish. He would never see her laugh, or smile, or sing, or dance, or care for anyone ever again. He would not even be able attend her funeral and apologize to her corpse, hugging and kissing her while asking for her forgiveness between broken sobs.
"May I have this dance, my princess?" a young boy asked, elegantly offering his hand.
A young, pink-haired girl giggled and placed her hand in his, allowing him to lead her away from her ever-watchful sister, Cornelia, and into the music.
There was no awkwardness between them; indeed they hardly knew how to dance formally. But as he swung her around and around, her laughter filled his ears with even sweeter music and filled his heart with a burning sensation of which he had not felt before.
He felt emboldened by the burning warmth and dared to whisper three words in her ear before he could stop himself. He only found himself feeling warmer as her soft lips pressed against his cheek.
"Good-bye, Euphie. You were my first love."
Of course Euphemia would be killed in the first season. After all, the producers of the series can't have her solving all the problems and ending Code Geass right there and then. Hers is probably the most tragic death in the whole series. I was genuinely saddened when she had to die. After all, Lelouch and she would have made a very lovely couple.
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