The Weight of Secrets

The Weight of Secrets Lelouch's eyes seemed to bore into her soul as he searched for the right words. Y/n's heart was racing with anticipation, her mind filled with questions. What could he possibly have to tell her? And how would it change everything between them? Lelouch took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly. "Y/n, I have a secret," he repeated, his voice low and serious. "Something that I've been keeping from you for a long time." Y/n's curiosity was piqued, and she leaned in closer to him. "What is it?" she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper. Lelouch's eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, Y/n thought she saw a flash of fear in them. But then, it was gone, replaced by a determined look. "I'm not who you think I am," he said, his voice low and mysterious. Y/n's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. Lelouch's eyes seemed to cloud over, and he looked away, his gaze drifting out to the river. "My name is not Lelouch," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "At least, not really." Y/n's mind was reeling. What was he talking about? "What do you mean?" she asked again, her voice shaking slightly. Lelouch turned back to her, his eyes locked onto hers. "I'm Lelouch vi Britannia," he said, his voice filled with a sense of resignation. "The prince of Britannia." Y/n's eyes widened in shock as the words sank in. The prince of Britannia? But that was impossible. Lelouch was just a normal guy, or so she thought. She felt like she had been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. She couldn't process what he was telling her. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her voice shaking with emotion. Lelouch's eyes filled with regret, and he reached out to her, his hand hovering over hers. "I was scared," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was scared of losing you, of losing the one person who made me feel alive." Y/n pulled her hand back, her mind reeling with questions and emotions. She didn't know what to say, or what to think. All she knew was that everything she thought she knew about Lelouch was a lie. She stood up, her eyes welling up with tears. "I need some time," she said, her voice shaking. "I need to process this." Lelouch nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I know," he said, his voice soft. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm so sorry." Y/n turned and walked away, leaving Lelouch sitting alone on the bench, his eyes fixed on her retreating back. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she needed some time to think, to process the weight of Lelouch's secret.