Euphie Is Alive (A Code Geass Fanfic)
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Ultima pubblicazione lun, nov 9, 2015
The monitor showed a straight line, presenting death. Oh, this isn't happening; not acceptable. I stared in horror at her, tears uncontrollable as they rolled down my eyes.
"Euphie!" I called, but my two companions prevented me from getting closer to her. "Hold on! You can't die!"
For one last time, I saw her faint smile through her bloodstained face. I cried and demanded for them to let go of me, and they did. Steps away from her deathbed, I promised to avenge her, to seek for Zero. I turned to Lloyd whose head sunk low, same with Cecile.
"Please.."
"Suzaku, can't you see--"
Screams filled the room. And I saw him fix his glasses. Then there came complete darkness.
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