A/N: Okay… I'm not exactly sure whether I really want this out on the World Wide Web or not… It's kind of a… Graphic(?) scene. Is graphic the right word? I promise you, there's nothing sexual about it…. Er… Unless you count kissing sexual. Anyhow… The reason why I published this is to tell you guys something very important:

I caught a cold. Like, my nose is dripping, I'm burning up (at least, I feel like I am), I'm sneezing every three seconds (okay, that's an exaggeration), and I have this completely aggravating and painful sore throat. So… Updates will be even slower (if possible) than before. Until I get better.

And I'm sorry about the A Thousand Cranes thing. I went home and was like: alright, I'm going to finish it up and publish it! And then promptly took a three hour nap (going to school with a cold can kill) which then led to me having to do my homework. So I'm sorry.

One more thing; when I was writing this, I was listening to "Portuguese Love Theme" from the "Love Actually" Soundtrack. Now, normally, I'd be like: listen to the song while reading, but I'm kind of on the fence whether the song fits or not with this chapter. So… It's really up to you on this one.

Disclaimer: Code Geass is not my property.

She couldn't remember the last time she had felt like this.

This feeling…

In what previous lifetimes had she experienced it?

Who were the people, now long gone, who had once been able to erase away all other thoughts in her head as they swept her away into emotions from the likes of fairy tales?

Rather, what was the name of this unfamiliar sentiment?

Ah… Now she remembered.

She unearthed the name of this strange emotion, this…. Foreign…. emotion, from under an eternity of loneliness and pain.

This… This was passion.

'No… This isn't passion. This isn't love. This is lust. This is carnal, not romantic. Never romantic.' she lied to herself. She had foolishly believed these falsehoods, or had tried her best to; anything, to avoid the reality of her true feelings.

But she still allowed herself to enjoy it. For when else would she experience a kiss such as this, with so much… Emotion?

Her hand tangled itself in his silken raven hair while the other grabbed his shirt, in a desperate attempt to bring him closer.

But it was impossible.

He was already holding her to himself to tightly… So closely… That she could feel his heart racing in sync with hers.

His mouth left hers soon, and she silenced the disappointment in her heart. Opening her eyes slightly, she was about to say something to him along the lines of, "thank you", when he bent down and nuzzled her. She arched her neck, electricity running through her from his gentle touch.

Brushing his lips on the porcelain skin of her neck, he made a trail of feather light kisses, starting from her collarbone all the way to her jaw, leaving her completely breathless.

Her hand slowly closed into a fist, slightly tugging his hair, but he paid no mind. Grazing his lips along her jaw line, he claimed her lips with his own again. As their tongues joined in an intricate dance to reveal the hidden truth once more, he sighed her name.

Not the name she had adopted as time jaded her.

But her true name, her real name.

Her human name.

After breaking the kiss again, they searched each other for the betrayal of their feelings. Tears streamed down her face as she realized what the next three words he was going to say. Brushing her hand down his cheek, she whispered, "Please don't say it."

He studied her with the amethyst eyes that had given her so much…

So much wonder, so much amusement, so much worry, pain, happiness…

They were two unfathomable pools of violet. She wanted to forget all she had suffered through, all that she was suffering through….

All that she had yet to suffer through.

And yet…

She couldn't.

Because they were the two mirrors that reflected her own emotions towards her, the two mirrors that reflected her devotion to him, her care for him, her concern.

Her love… For him.

The two mirrors that bore the truth that she had tried to reject.

Had tried to deny the existence of.

To protect herself.

To protect him.

And now these two pools of purple…

These two pitiful, pained pools of purple were weeping.

Tears fell from his eyes and down his cheeks.

On a normal day, he would have been furious. She would have teased him. They would have argued with each other. But on a normal day, he wouldn't have been weeping.

'Then again… Today isn't a normal day.'

No. From the moment he had turned around as if he knew that she was watching him at the end of the hall, to the moment right now as they desperately clung to each other for what little solace the other could offer, they had tried so hard to relay the hidden emotions, the rejected feelings, the love that they had smothered so as not to hurt the other.

Despite their attempts to shield the other though, they themselves had been harmed from their secrecy, from their quieted urges, their silenced yearning, their disciplined longing to hold the other, to kiss them, to tell them-

"I love you."

She could barely see clearly with the tears streaming from her eyes, but the rivers never ceased, for it was the only way she could express the infinite sorrow she felt. He lovingly traced the river's path with his thumb as he held her face in his hands tenderly, as if holding a baby bird.

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I thought… I thought that if I didn't, then the only one who would get hurt was myself. But it appears… It appears that my thinking was short. So I'm sorry."

She shook her head, refusing to accept his apology, his feelings that had been buried for so long…

His farewell.

For this wasn't the opening of a new chapter.

It wasn't the dawn.

It wasn't a hello.

It was the closing of a book.

It was the last sunset before eternal darkness.

It was a… It was…

"It's unfair. How can you tell me you love me and then leave me so quickly? Why could you not have told me sooner?"

"For such a long time, my heart ached for you, but I did nothing. I said nothing. I refused to hold you, to kiss you, to… To face the truth… Rather, I hid behind a lie like a coward because it was easier… And now, it appears that I'm paying the price for my cowardice. With regret."

"No coward is willing to carry a burden for the one he…"

"For the one he treasures most. For the one he keeps closest in his heart," he embraced her tightly, "For the one he loves."

"Don't leave me… Please." she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and leaned into him, her tears soaking his garments, "Don't leave me here… I can't… I can't lose you. Not you."

He smiled sadly and wrapped his large hands over her delicate ones and whispered imploringly, "I have to go."

She shook her head as the tears began to fall faster.

"Please… Let me go."

"No! No. I can't do that. I won't allow it, I… I… I just… Why must you leave me so soon?"

"I'm sorry." he smiled sorrowfully while lovingly tucking her hair behind her ear, "But I have to."

He gently pulled her hands down so that she was no longer holding onto him. Not moving his hands away or his gaze, he said steadily, "I love you. I always have. And I always will."

"Please don't leave me. It doesn't matter if-"

He gave her another kiss, a fleeting goodbye of an enduring love before slipping away from her forever.

She fell to the ground and began to wail, cursing the gods, cursing this world and its inhabitants, at how greedy they were, to have taken him away from her. She sobbed over her lost love and how tragic their story was. How tragic their story had been. And how only tears had come out of their time together, from the tragedy that was wrought in their story.

She voiced her distress over losing the one person she truly cared about after all of those years, the loss of the one person who had made her smile after all she had suffered through, the loss of the one person who had said that they loved her.

This immortality… This accursed immortality.

She wanted nothing more than to rid herself of it. She wanted nothing more, than to join her beloved in the place that she had been barred from for several centuries, she wanted nothing more…

Than to be with him no matter the place, even if it were the pits of hell, for she loves him, and he, her.

Never again would she ever love someone as deeply as she loved him, nor would she ever find anyone who would be able to make her feel the things that he had, would never be able to love her, as much as he had loved her.

A/N: Somehow… I feel like that was really, super cheesy… And I just know one of you is going to leave me a review saying: yeah, that was cheesy. But anyhow… Notice I didn't put any names at ALL. I don't know… It just seemed like using, "Lelouch", "C2", "witch", "warlock", "raven-haired man", "emerald-haired woman", "emperor", etc. just didn't feel appropriate. Like… It was too personal of a moment to use names… Might've just been me thinking that though. But anyways… About the termination. I saw your… Thoughts on the announcement, and I would be lying if I said it didn't break my heart. Thank you (sincerely) for the support. I really do appreciate it. A lot. Heck, I even took a screenshot of your comments, and I look at it when I feel myself teetering on the edge of the cliff. So… Thank you.

On another note; I am one of the people who believes that Lelouch was on that cart at the end and he's immortal and living happily with C2 (as you can probably tell from my other fanfictions, particularly A Thousand Cranes), but I just thought… This would be a… Nice(?!) tragic exchange between the two if he hadn't gotten Charles' Code (which he did). So yeah… I do believe that he's alive! So no worries there, if you were like: is she changing her mind about Lelouch being alive at the end?!

'Til next time then~