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Closing the advance Calculus textbook, he couldn't help letting out a relieved sigh as he tilted his head backwards to crack his long, weary neck a little from all the tedious and long study he'd been doing since he got home from school today.
Glancing at the stack of books on the desk, Lelouch just knew too well that he only had one down and still three more subjects to go. Maybe taking advance classes really did have its own challenges in college.
Running a hand through his soft raven locks, he picked up the alarm clock and gave it a quick look. Stricken by the fact that its bright blue screen read 6:45 p.m., he mentally cursed his deep engrossment in the learning process that he didn't even notice how much his stomach was growling until it hit its own limit. Stretching his arms out high over the head that satisfied the muscles immediately, Lelouch pushed the chair back and stood up,
Stacking the papers neatly and orderly on the table, he proceeded to leave the room.
The average-sized apartment seemed so warmly lit in the yellow lights during the cold and stale winter season. December was approaching and so far the weather was turning icy cold with all the leaves of trees planted near his apartment already falling down, leaving the branches decorated only with the sheer white snow and its frozen flakes.
A tiny smile then split his face as he took a small framed picture located on the living table in his hands. "Good evening, Nunnally," he whispered softly and brushed a kiss on the glass.
His sister, whom he loved so much, had passed away two years ago when he was still staying at their old house, readying to leave for college. Nunnally was probably the one girl that he truly appreciated and adored from the bottom of his heart. The only one whom he could come to for comfort whenever he felt a turmoil going on inside him, and she would always listen and offered him necessary advices. Moreover, she seldom questioned why he would do something so stupid in the first place and then regretted it; she was already there for him, being his guide star, and gave him big, comfortable and loving hugs whenever he desired for some.
The lung cancer had robbed him of his most beloved person in the whole wide world.
He thought he could never get over it. He remembered the days, weeks, months after that horrid news that his sister was no longer here with him and that she had already passed on and he should be silently happy for her, since the disease had been torturing her pretty bad for the past few months, physically and mentally. When the news hit him head-on in the face, he fully reckoned that the world was crumpling down, shattering into million pieces around him. He didn't want to believe that; he forced his mind into an ignorant state, in which his thought waves kept repeating themselves over and over again that his sister didn't die; she was still here alongside him, blissful, and that it was all simply a prank she reserved for him to test his unconditional love for her.
He was almost sent to the psychiatric hospital for that had it not been for the constant encouragement of his best friends.
Now, he was doing better than he had anticipated. He had overcome the excessive sorrow and to remind himself of his precious person, he had put a picture of Nunnally in a small, nice floral decorated frame, and placed it on the living table. And, everyday, he would pick it up, wish her a good day and plant a soft, light kiss on the glass. That's all he had left of her now.
Carefully putting the frame back to its proper place, Lelouch withdrew his hand and straightened up. He then headed toward the kitchen, all the unforgettable memories of his younger sibling moved back toward their rightful places in the corridor of memories deep in his subconscious mind, currently thinking of various recipes he could try out for dinner today. Living alone had its own advantages, he realized, it helped better a man, housework-wise.
At last, he gave in to the tempting recipe that he just learned on the internet a couple of days ago, he set off to get a kettle. Slowly pouring in a good amount of purified water, he placed it on the stove and turned on the gas.
That's when he felt a cool breeze blowing past him.
Spinning around, his dark eyebrows furrowed together as a knowledge that he had closed all of the windows unfolding in his head. Yet another breeze blew by and he couldn't help but shuddered.
Leaving the stove on, he moved around to check on the windows. He indeed had locked all of them. So where did those breezes come from?
"Probably my mind's playing trick on me," he said aloud, though no one was there, in an effort of calming his nerves. It's logical since he had just reminisced his sister a moment ago, for crying out loud.
Giving his slender shoulders a shrug, he resumed his tasks, trying to busy himself with the steps of the complicated recipe, and soon enough, he had forgotten about the mysterious winds.
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"Done!" He exclaimed in triumph.
Looking back at the piles of workbooks and textbooks, Lelouch couldn't help but felt proud of himself for finishing all of them before bed time, and now he could sleep in peace without the guilt of uncompleted task eating away at him.
Reaching out one hand to pull the bookbag closer, Lelouch proceeded to put all the necessary materials for the next day inside, then walked toward the closet to pick the clothes and laid it out on the bed, lest he should be in a rush state tomorrow morning.
Finally, with all the duties done, the raven-haired teen picked up the alarm clock and set the time as usual.
Setting it on the table, he quickly crawled under the warm and snug blanket, feeling as though his eye-lids were ready to close at any moment's notice. The explicit sleepiness was starting to drift toward him.
Lelouch absolutely believed that in such a fatigued state, his mind would welcome sleep without any hesitation, thus shutting off all the strange, eerie dreams he'd been having lately.
He should have known better.
His violet orbs opened slowly and met with a pretty face opposite from him.
She reached out her hands and placed them against his palms.
They felt cold, or was he expecting a cozy warm to surge through him at that instant?
He curled up his fingers, she followed suit.
He pressed his frame further against her, so did she.
That's when he realized something. Something was in the way, something was separating them, their worlds... An invisible barrier.
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