There are nights when he wakes up choking and gasping, still. Ciel is not sure why he still sleeps, he has no need to. He pushes away Sebastian's emotionless attempts to comfort him. He knows they aren't real. He nearly wishes they were.
It's nights like that he clearly comprehends the facts he chooses to ignore. He was never meant to live forever. He is still - forever and always, he now knows - a brooding little boy, trapped in anger he cannot seem to forget, and though the years go by, he is still the same.
And he forces himself to let go.
"You're like a stick now, Sebastian. It's utterly boring. I never thought that I'd miss your sass, but anything is better. You can't keep me entertained. I no longer hold any interest to you, so I can honestly say we both benefit from this. I know you were dying to hear this, anyway." He lies. He will miss him dearly, as much as he would like to deny it. He relies on Sebastian heavily.
Smiling with a flavor reminiscent of bitterness, he watches Sebastian's eyes fill with intrigue. "I am your master, you cannot deny me."
Ciel nearly chuckles as Sebastian's face grows dark.
"I order you to leave me."
perhaps I'll add a continuation later, but for now, thank you for reading the first of my drabble series.