Just a little something I came up with while bawling my eyes out. Seriously, there are tears running down my face and on to my laptop right now. I just hope these pointless emotions stop soon. I keep saying I know they will but it's been a couple weeks already. I'm proud of myself if I can get home without crying! But, these emotions give me fluffy plot bunnies so… Oh, whatever, I just hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Nope Ciel and Sebby aren't mine.
Ciel made his way to the balcony that branched out of his room. He stepped into the warm summer night air and breathed in. The flowers below were blooming, the moon was bright and full, the many stars above were twinkling lazily, and everything was perfect.
He crossed to the edge and rested his palms on the cold, black metal of the intricately formed fence. His small fingers curled around the bar on top, fingernails barely making it around the whole thing. He looked up and saw the dark sky, interrupted only by faint winks from the stars. It truly seemed as if nothing could possibly be wrong.
So why was Ciel so upset?
Slowly, the boy's head fell and watched his hands clench the barrier, knuckles quickly whitening. This metal was the only thing keeping him from falling to his death. What would happen if it suddenly disappeared? Ciel already knew. He would fall. He would fall and fall and fall and crash to the floor in a defenseless heap. He would die right there among the sweet-smelling flowers, he would die along with all his troubles and miseries. He would never once have to deal with any disappointment, agony or tribulations ever again. It didn't seem like such a bad option right now.
No one would mind, he was sure. No one seemed to care about him alive, so why would his death make any difference? Why should his death merit a sudden stop in the universe's schedule? The world could very easily go on without him. So why shouldn't he get out of the way, right here and now, on his own terms? No more humiliation, no more anguish or pain, no more suffering or torture. Just a total numbness to take over his body before… nothing.
Nothing seemed simply fantastic right now.
Ciel found himself sitting on the bar, legs swinging over the shrubs and prickly roses below. All he had to do was push away just a little and it would all go away. Just let go of the icy metal and let all his fears and worries fly out the window. Just a push away from nothing. A push away from happiness. Just a push would be all it takes…
He let go.
He flew towards the heartless ground.
What would nothing feel like?
Ciel closed his eyes in bliss as his death rushed towards him.
Everything passed in slow motion.
It was nothing.
Nothing was happiness.
So that's my being depressive. But if you're wondering, no I do not have suicidal thoughts or tendencies. Pinky promise. Anyways, tell me what you thought. Or don't if you don't want to.