He Loves me, He loves me not.
Alois sat in the Middle of a field alone, staring into the distance. He'd Recently started up a Relationship with a boy named Ciel Phantomhive. Someone he'd cared about since he was a Child. But the one thing on his mind was how Ciel really felt about him. Did he really love him as much as he had said? For all he knew, Ciel could be lying to him. Then he remembered how people would pick a flower and pull the petals off one by one to see if someone really loved them. If they loved them, then the last petal would be met with the words "He loves me." It all seemed like a Superstition to him, but it seemed like it was worth a shot as well. The Platinum Blonde Boy reached down to pick a Bluebell that was growing by his side, then started to pick off the petals one by one. "He loves me, He loves me not." He repeated these words until the last petal landed on the ground. "He loves me.." Those were the exact words he wanted to hear, and yet, they felt so wrong. Why was that? Maybe it was just his ability to feel loved wavering after so many rejections. But maybe this time would be different. He smiled then looked up at the sky hopefully. "Yeah..Maybe.." He said to himself. But dispite being left in suspense about the future, His smile didn't waver.
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