It was so dark.
Dark and so cold,
Yet there in the distance she could see a light. So small yet giving her so much hope.
She should have known better.
Her sweet Lelouch. He would smile when he saw her. He would bring her flowers and pizza every now and then. He would call for no reason but to hear her voice. She remembered when they met, how he fell in the big fountain. How when Milly forced him to cross dress for the ball, he became a beautiful maiden while she had turned CC into a dashing bandit. She thought of him following her home that one time, how he claimed he was lost. Or how he openly cried when CC rescued Bee. How he had broken his image of a cold prince when he declared his love for her because Rivalz had tricked him into believing she was leaving.
He was the one who could make her nightmares go away, so strong as he fought off his own. Yet he could not keep from himself form blushing and stuttering in a dignified way when Milly brought up her dirty thoughts on the pair.
Lelouch Lamperouge.
So why?
Why did he drag her out of her warm store after showing up with a hangover, practically moaning from the pain, to just lie to her! She felt herself fall into an abyss. It was so deep and dark and cold no matter how much she hugged herself, she froze.
But then, it had always been Lelouch who made her warm, from the first moment she saw him. She should have realized he would have the power to make her so cold now.
"That stupid bastard!" she screeched, throwing a vase across the room, startling Bee. She slowly knelt down and hugged her knees to herself sobbing quietly.
Lelouch, why would you do this to me? She thought, falling and laying on the ground.
It hurt so much, it was so cold. She wept herself to sleep.
"Yes C.C, I am Vi Britannia!"
The man who killed so many. Who was so tactless. Who…who killed…
"NO!" she punched the floor. Damn it all.
She wept quietly, dreaming of that day again.
She had changed so much.
She had stopped trusting him slowly; it wasn't like he was in his right of mind when he made that claim.
But as Lelouch looked down at her, lying on the small infirmary bed, covered in bandages and buries, as he walked over to her and moved the strands of hair from her face. As he wiped the tears of her nightmares gently. As he leaned down, putting his face close to hers, feeling her troubled breathing, he smirked. Kissing her forehead, he donned a mask.
He knew better.
I am twicting with anger at how small this chapter is. though since I have nothing else to do, I will try to get the next chapter up soon! cheese will be up too and how many of you would be interested in a Euphie story? just a thought. please review! I love your reviews like cookies.
have a great day!
-Suzuki Uchiha