A young english lord sat at his desk pondering over thought and feelings that had been consuming his mind and body for the past few coughed a few times and dismissed it as his asthma,unwilling to break down into beleiving and knowing that he was becoming quite ill.
He would wake up feeling dizzy and nautious and he coughed and sneezed throat hurt,making it hard to talk without flinching,but in front of everybody he put on a show of stoic hard faced ciel fiance was everything he wanted to be,innocent and fun,with a carefree and pure smile.
He wanted to be annoying and at least a bit ignorant in his early teenage years,but the queens watchdog must stay a loyal canine and bow before her ,of course,had his own mutt to follow his every whim and command,his butler,sebastian.
He stifled a sneeze and almost a second later a knock came from the study mumbled 'come in' and his perfectly demon butler in clad stepped in with a glanced up and merly sighed at the scent of the obviously weak tea the man had made him,it smelt of undertaker's packaged tea.
"sebastian,why did you make weak tea,and not earl grey must memorize how i like it,somehow,someti-"he was cut off by the first series of coughs in front of anyone he had made since he started feeling ill.
Sebastian was at his side immediately and felt the boy's pulled back and excailmed he was hot as simply shook his head,trying to deny without hurting his burning throat.
Sebastian tried to lift him but ciel pushed him away and fell to his got up and stumbled a few steps,than fell first to his knees,and a second later,he fell cheek-first on the rough carpetry.
"gnn,seb-ebas-sebastian?"ciel questioned,and quickly shot his hands to his was on the other side of the room talking to a doctor in a hushed tone,he actually look face indicated a fight and a searing wound but no commotion or blood was anywhere.
He heard a soft girly voice beside him and looked up to see elizabeth ethel cordelia midford,his forteen year old fiance,alerting the two men of ciel's conciousness.
The room was silent as the butler walked over,visably trying to hide the pain on his face as he looked solumn as he told ciel why he had soon ciel knew why.
Ciel had cancer,and was expected to live only a few more wanted to scream,he wanted to yell and shout and wake up from the nightmare he was now truly living was going to die...he appariently had been ignoring the cancer for about a week,and because of this,it had gotten stronger,and more covered his ears and turned his back,he mumbled over and over 'its all a dream,im alive in my bed in the real world,im not going to die,i cant die,its all a dream.'.
Sebastian came over and turned him,then looked away.
"mi'lord,its real,it's-"he choked suddenly and ciel saw a tear roll down his was sitting up in bed and felt water welling up in his own blue was sobbing quietly beside him and the doctor had looked away felt the tear run down his cheek and shook as he sobbed: 'im going to die...'.
Over the next few days ciel got weaker and weaker,untill he was throwing up constantly,and couldnt talk much without crying out in pain from the searing pain in his throat.
He was slipping away fast and everybody knew queen set up an early memorial ball in order to give ciel a last goodbye,and the day of the ball,ciel was dressed in the outfit made by elizabeth,even the ring she wanted him to wear.
In the middle of the ball though,ciel collapsed and clutched his gasped for breathe and sebastian was asking around for a doctor or medical assistant.
The boy coughed and went into a full-scale asthma attack,along with the lack of hair already there.
There was only one explaination for his state at that that he had chosen three years before.
The point of no return.