Hello, how are you? I hope that you're well.

She had a family. Married to a man by the name of Nightgale. Ciel was glad to see it. Three children. All boys. It gave him a nostalgic sort of smile. Three boys? He wondered how she was handling that. It was no secret she had always wanted a daughter. The boys must keep her hands full, he thought. In fact, he was almost sure of it. But she was probably a good mother. She had a mother's kind smile. He lowered his gaze. It made him happy -at least, as happy as a demon could be- to know she had gotten the life she'd always dreamed of.

I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet.

He wasn't quite sure what would happen if he decided to show himself. Was it wrong for him to be watching through the crack in the door? He wasn't sure. He heard footsteps at the other edge of the manor. He didn't think much of it; getting caught wasn't exactly a big enough problem for him to be concerned. He was a demon, after all. But if he stepped out, she might faint. Maybe it would have been better if he hadn't come at all.

I'd like to say I'm sorry, for breaking your heart.

After his...evolution, he didn't stayed long enough to watch his own funeral. That would have been tacky, at best. Even still, there were nights where he swore he could hear her sobs. Her sadness reaching him despite the fact that he no longer had a soul, and despite the fact that he was now a million miles away. He had been too young to really know what love was, but because of her, he had gotten a taste. It had stirred in him a dormant hunger, but it was a hunger he'd never be able to satiate. Not anymore, at least.

But it doesn't matter…it clearly doesn't tear you apart…anymore.

If he did show himself, would she listen to what he had to say? She would have no reason to. She had an entirely new life now. Ciel watched as a man came into view, walking up to her and the three children. Presumably the husband and father, from the way the children gathered at his feet. The man wrapped his arm around Elizabeth's waist, placing a tender kiss on her cheek. She smiled, a soft blush appearing on her porcelain face.

It's no secret that the both of us…

Lately he found himself thinking about her. Wondering about her. It was why he was here, after all. And now that she was right in front of him, it made him more nostalgic than ever. She had gotten rid of her girlish curls. She wore her hair down, falling in long blonde locks over her breasts, a few strands tied neatly on the back of her head with a faded pink ribbon, to keep it out of her face. She had grown into a beautiful woman.

How many years had it been?

Too many.

…are running out of time.

The man mumbled something, and the children followed his lead out of the room. Ciel stood silently behind the door, taking care to stay out of sight. Naturally, he went unnoticed. She was in there alone now. If he was going to say something, now was his chance. How would she react? She, a grown woman, while he still held the appearance of his thirteen year old self. He hesitated. Perhaps he shouldn't say anything. He had seen her. He knew she was happy. That should have been enough.

He pushed the door, stepping in as though it were his own house.

"Lizzie."

Elizabeth Nightgale turned around, locking eyes with the spitting image of an Earl she had known long ago.

Hello from the other side…

A/N: Just another short drabble I came up with while driving lol. Anyone else get this song stuck in their head? Anyways, I always felt like Lizzie needed some sort of closure, so here we go. Let me know what you all think :) As always, thanks for reading ^_^