"Bocchan." the words echoed into my dreams. "Bocchan, it's time to wake up." I open my eyes to see a smiling butler standing over me. Annoyed, I pushed him away. He looked inconvenienced, as if he was angry. That was when I remembered; today was the day. The day that the demon I hired, the demon so loyal to me, would take my entire entity. Thinking of this made my chest ache, though I don't really know why. I have never felt a sensation such as this before. I shivered as my butler helped me change from my night-clothes. To think that the large, soft hands of his would be around my neck, devouring me was terrifying. I made sure I showed no trace of this fear, for I must keep my pride till my dying moment. After I changed into my day clothes, Sebastian brought me tea. I picked up the teacup and smelled it. Earl gray; my favorite. I was a little uneasy seeing the gleam in Sebastian's eyes. When I thought of how he must be looking forward to my last moments, I was hurt a little. Shaking off this feeling I asked "Sebastian, what is the schedule for today?" He smiled a somewhat devious smile and replied "I have made sure your schedule is cleared for today, the less interruptions, the better. Why we wouldn't want someone to walk up on us when I am devouring your soul, no?" I felt that sharp pain in my chest again, almost overbearing. Sebastian took note of this and put his hand against my forehead, checking for a fever. Feeling embarrassed, I pushed him away and headed for my room. Looking bad I saw a face Sebastian had never made before. He was smiling, but it was a solemn smile, filled with only loneliness and regret. I flinched, and continued to my destination. As I sat on my bed water trickled down my face. Tears? Are these mine? I have not cried since my parent's death, so why now?! Feeling a loss of pride I laid down, hoping to get some more rest. My nap was interrupted by the opening of my door. I didn't have to look, I knew who it was. I knew what time it was. I could feel myself crying again, and tried to cover it up. Sitting up I could see Sebastian by my bed. He took one look at my face and said "Bocchan, your eyes are red and puffy, you really are sick." Listening to him say this I could tolerate no more. Tears rolled down my face, so many I couldn't control it. Sebastian looked so surprised, his eyes wide open. As I thought to myself 'go ahead and eat my soul I don't care anyway!' I felt strong arms embrace me. "S-Sebastian?" I stuttered between breaths. "Bocchan, what's wrong? You've never done this before, I don't know what to do." Replied Sebastian. "I can't take any more of this!" I yelled. "Every time I see you my chest hurts! When you talk about taking my soul, I feel so lonely! I've never felt this way before! What's wrong with me, Sebastian?!" As I cried even harder I could hear Sebastian laugh. It was an earnest, sincere laugh. I blushed as I held onto him even tighter. His smooth voice echoed in the night.
"You love me don't you,"
"Ciel."