Ciel sat at the edge of Sebastian's coffin, seeing Sebastian's healed, but still so very lifeless, body. He looked up at the preacher and stood before the large crowd of people, some not even knowing who Sebastian was. The preacher handed Ciel a small envelope and he opened it, eyes widening at the contents. Sebastian wrote a will..? he thought to himself. He quickly unfolded it and began to read.
"Er... Dear, young master... I know you'll probably be reading this yourself, and if you are, I'm glad. There's something here... enclosed... for you," Ciel looked back at the envelope, audibly gulping. He looked back at the paper and continued to read. "There's been so many things I've wanted to tell you, but just didn't have the chance to say it..."
Dear, Young Master
If you're reading this... I've died for you. I know you'll probably be reading this yourself, and if you are, I'm glad. There's something here enclosed for you... There's been so many things I've wanted to tell you, but just didn't have the chance to say it... or the courage. I know I appear to be cocky and proud of myself, but in reality, I guess you could say I'm "just like you". I have emotions and worries; thoughts and fears. The thing I feared most was losing the chance to tell you what I wished to say, young master. I couldn't say it in life, but I most certainly believe that you should know when I die. As I said before, if you are reading this, I've died for you. There's no better way to die than for my own master, though. It's what you wanted; to be independent. You have that chance now, my lord. You'll always be my favorite. I haven't yet told you the stories that I wished to. Would you like to hear them when we meet again..? I'd love to share them with you. Truth be told, I always loved seeing you sleep. You were so innocent-looking and quiet... But I much preferred you awake and active, when I could hear your voice and see your many smiles. I know you may not have had many things to smile about, but the fact that you did is enough reason for me. Can you smile again, perhaps? Just one more time, for me? Anyways, I wanted you to know that I'll miss serving by your side. In fact, I think I'll miss you! Go ahead and insert a cruel joke here, if you'd like. But you never were the one for humor, were you? No, much more intimidation than humor. I liked that about you; your seriousness. You were always so... different in public. Though whenever it was just us, you'd laugh, cry, smile, frown... That's the young master I know. So... If I truly don't get another chance to say this...
Well, you don't have to read it out loud, but... Those are all ways of saying... "I love you," young master.
~Sebastian
Ciel stared at the paper, teary-eyed. He turned back at Sebastian, crumpling the paper and tossing it aside. He fell on his knees, sobbing. "I hate you! I told you not to die for me, and then what!? You just go off and do it anyway! Do you like to see me pained!?" Ciel screamed at his dead butler. Elizabeth stood up from the crowd.
"Ciel, don't!" She rushed to his side and hugged him tightly. Looking back at the crowd through blurry tears, Ciel saw Grell, the very Queen herself, Joker from the circus, and... by his side, Elizabeth. He didn't love her- it was true- but it was nice to have a friend who truly cared about him. Elizabeth knew how he felt towards her and accepted it. She could only wonder what her dear friend was crying about.
"Ciel, was it the will? Lemme see," she said quietly, picking the paper up from the ground. Ciel shook his head at her and she dropped it again, knowing what he meant. He stood up, grabbed the paper, and ran out of the funeral home. He kept running until he finally reached the manor; his tears shed and gone. He entered his home, it seeming so empty. He looked to the left, seeing the dining table.
"Y-Young master! Please eat with your utensils! Even a dessert such as chocolate cake must be consumed properly!" Sebastian exclaimed.
"Hm?" Ciel looked up. "Oh, right." He picked up his utensils and began to eat slowly, knowing his butler was watching.
Ciel sighed, wanting to cry but not having the tears to do so. He walked further, opening another door, seeing the pool table, the couches aligning it, and the dim lights. As if it wasn't bad already. He soon felt overwhelming depression, and fell to his knees. "S-Sebas..." His vision went black as he collapsed.