His life is over.
He was so young...
My Ciel Phantomhive is dead.
He only aged 13 years.
My angel from Hell. My devil from Heaven.
And there he lay. As still as a corpse.
"C-ciel...," I sobbed.
"I'm so sorry..." I whispered as cried in his arms.
I then heard footsteps behind me.
"Macabre. He's gone," it was Sebastian.
He bent down next to me and slowly pulled me into his chest.
His gestures only made me cry more. He's doing exactly what Ciel used to do for me when I was sad.
"Sebastian?" I whispered.
"Yes, my lady?" He gently asked.
"I'm so sorry... It's all my fault. It's all my fault," I repeated.
"No it it's not. It was just his time, dear," Sebastian answered.
"Come. It's best we get going before you catch a cold." Sebastian said while picking me up.
I fell asleep in his arms as he walked me back to the empty quiet mansion.