"To forgive is divine",

if only Ciel knew this.

Like fall creeping up on the summer flowers,

his bitterness took hold.

Until there was nothing left but it.

The very incarnation of revenge,

he became,

experiencing only brief moments of otherwise.

R.I.P Ciel Phantomhive, lost child.

"If I don't have my hatred, I have nothing."

The End

*I don't own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters*