Hey! Third drabble! Thanks for all the reviews on my last two, I really appreciate them!
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Enjoy! (I hope UT's not too OOC)
The silver haired man ran his hands across the lid of the coffin. "So small… why so young, earl Phantomhive?"
His voice dripped with bitter humor and sadness. His black nails scraped at the wood, as raw tears bled down his face.So young...
"Was it really worth it… Ciel?" Undertaker whispered. "Did you… really want… this?" A new wound in his heart. A fresh wave of tears, eyes reddening. "DID YOU WANT TO DIE!" He screamed, voice raw and hoarse, desperately demanding an answer from the dead. His own voice taunted him. "You see, my customers aren't the talkative sort, they never are."
He gripped onto his scythe, bony fingers curling until the knuckles turned white, desperate for something familiar to help him stand. His scythe- a mocking reminder that coins and silver would never, could never, make up for death. He learned that all too well as a human.
He stood, trembling, and pushed open the coffin. He lifted up a strand of ashy hair, and cut. One more locket. One more loved one dead. He laughed bitterly upon looking at the body in the wood. "I told you, earl… once you have power, you can no longer feel regret for the things you've done." He gently ran his thumb over the earl's eyelids, closing them to hide the look of horror in their mismatched orbs. "You forgot that life is not a game. You sold something no value of money can replace for… revenge, was it?" The retired reaper tenderly wiped the blood from the child's left eye. His head fell forward, colliding. Tears ran raw down his face. His voice was no more than a whisper. "Why couldn't I save one of you? Any one of you? Why?!" He rambled on and on, until his voice could no longer make a sound. Claudia. Vincent. Ciel. He had witnessed three generations die. He silently screamed out, calling to those who were of the past. He screamed, even though he knew it was a lost cause.
For no matter how much you call, the dead can never reply.
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