A/N: This is supposed to be short, to the point, and emotional.
I do plan on writing an official, full "Black Butler" fanfic in the future, but as of now, here's just a teeny taste of what I'm capable of.
Feel free to share your thoughts in the reviews or you can PM them to me at anytime!
Grell stared down at the polished stone, holding a bouquet of scarlet roses in his arms with a rare frown decorating his face.
For once, he couldn't get a grasp on his flamboyant attitude—as if it was no longer part of him.
His heart ached with every pump it made in his chest and his bright green eyes were filled with tears that glimmered like gemstones from the illumination of the sunset.
The warm, calm, evening breeze whistled beautifully, yet sorrowfully. It perfectly resembled a heartbreaking song that was filled with memories—and for the redheaded reaper, all of those memories revolved around HER.
With a sniffle, Grell knelt down in front of the tombstone, the name across it reading: ANGELINA DALLES.
Teardrops slowly leaked down his cheeks and the red-obsessed reaper forced his lips to spread into the best smile that he could manage. It was small and doleful, which wasn't in character for him at all.
Not only was he such a confident and bold reaper, but his kind wasn't supposed to show any emotions towards their victims.
However, Angelina Dalles was more than just a human to Grell. She accepted him for who he was and alongside their partnership, the two of them constantly bonded over shopping, tea sessions, and the list could go on for hours. Now, she was dead ... and all because Grell couldn't hold back his thirst for blood and battle for a couple of extra seconds.
It might have not seemed like it if compared to that moment back then, but the flamboyant reaper truly did regret taking the life of Madam Red.
"Madam..." Grell spoke softly and respectfully, still wearing his sorrowful grin as his long hair gently blew in the wind. "I hope you're resting in peace with your dear sister and brother-in-law."
His lips quivered, as if weights had suddenly been tied to their corners, and a frown fell heavily across his face. Then, while softly drawing in a long and shaky breath, the redheaded reaper delicately placed the bouquet of freshly bloomed roses down in front of the shiny tombstone.
"I miss you, Madam ... very much..." Grell whispered ... and in that moment, as the summer breeze continued to blow through the air, he could've sworn that he felt what was like an invisible pair of arms lightly embrace him from behind.