The snow had melted, the flowers had started to bloom and the sun was getting warmer. It was the time of year again.
Another year
The young Earl was walking through the gardens, Sebastian not far behind, following him quietly and enjoying the day. The sky was blue, not too many clouds like days before. It had been raining a lot and the young lord had been eagerly waiting to make a stroll to clear his mind all that time. The butler watched his every movement, he had noticed something off about his master these last few days. He was gloomy, sad almost. The child tried to hide it, but of course Sebastian saw right through it. Ciel was reliving his memories once again.
Ciel looked at the flowers. If only his glare could kill, all the flowers would surely have died already. He saw a small butterly and suddenly his breath hitched in his throat.
Touches
Pain
No..he didn't want them to touch him...
''Let me go..please...'' where was he? Did they touch him too? ''Please don't touch me...please..let us go..'' he could only watch and let them devile him. He could only let it happen and hope they'd survive..somehow. He was merely a helpless child.
He could only cry.
He was shaken from his thoughts by a soft chuckle coming from behind him. He turned to his butler. A small butterfly was perched on Sebastian's nose and it was tickling him. He looked at Ciel ''Who would have thought such a pure being would sit comfortably on a devils nose'' Ciel snorted
''Butterflies aren't pure''
