Ciel?
A blond girl sat at her window-seat, refusing to go out towards the balcony. Her eyes nimbly flew around in it's stiff sockets that had cried for days on end, towards the balcony. All there was, was rain at first. Rain that pelted down and down her window. It had been raining for days, ever since her fiancé died. She knew the weather didn't revolve around her, but right now it seemed like it did...
The lightning struck and she didn't shiver with fright, which was often normal for her. She never liked lightning, even as a little girl, and somehow thunder was fine because of what Paula said about it when she was a little girl, hiding under her blankets; "Oh, Lizzy don't be scared... You know what my mother told me of the thunder every time I got scared? She said, 'Thunder is just God rearranging heaven... You know why he does that? People get tired of where they are and can never stay in one place, unless they really like it...'
She continued to stare out the window, when a shadow appeared before her eyes on her balcony. She sat up straighter and continued to watch the night... What was it? It looked like a human figure on her balcony. "Hello?"
Nothing responded... It flickered again. Their left hand was outstretched, while the other one leaned it's weight on a long stick... She guessed it was a pimp-cane from the look of it. Has Ciel come back for me? Is he that shadow? No. It's impossible. My mother insisted that such supernatural beings do not exist... right?
The wind threw open her French Windows, making her hair go wild. She shielded her eyes from the wind and water spraying in her eyes, as she trudged onto the balcony. "Hello?"
The wind whispered in her ears and she could make out a form of language in the wind, "Come...Closer..."
A bang was heard on her bedroom door and she jumped, trying to make herself believe it was the wind going through the crack below her bedroom door and pushing on the door, but deep in the back of her head she never believed that it was the wind that did that.
The wind whispered in her ears, again, "Lizzy..."
A wave of wind and water soaked her thin, silky, slip dress, though, she didn't care. She needed to know who this was. Something touched her shoulders and she whipped her head around, seeing nothing in the moonlight.
"Liz..." She stood there waiting to hear more, waiting to hear footsteps. The whispery voice ended in monotonous growl as it said the rest of the nickname she told Ciel to call her by. "...Zy..."
A light touch, touched her cheek. It was cold and she wasn't sure if it was from the wind or some other force.
The shadow appeared, again. Elizabeth ran towards it, "Ciel!" She forgot to pick up her long dress and she almost tripped as she ran to the edge of her stone balcony, "Ciel!"
Rain sprayed down on her some more, as it shushed her. She almost felt hot breath on her face, the tip of a warm fingertip to her lips. "Sh..."
The shadow went away, in the distance. She shrieked when nothing, but the night lay before her eyes, "Ciel, no! Don't leave me..." She fell to to her knees, "Don't... leave..."
The world swayed before her, like a foot blurring a picture in a puddle and she fell into a dark, deep, wetness.