Why wasn't Elizabeth pestering me by now?

The night was dawning upon the Phantomhive estate as it did every evening, and Ciel knew it would be time to get ready for bed soon. Placing his quill in it's inkwell, he looked up from the diary entry he had been writing, and casted his gaze at the door of his study. Yes, she should have bursted in long ago, demanding he do something ridiculous with her. But, behold; the manor was silent. Not even the sound of his clumsy servants disturbed the quiet, but rather, the quiet disturbed Ciel. It was all day. Silence. Especially Elizabeth's silence. She was silent ever since he told her that he had far too much work to socialize with her that day. At lunch, silence. And at dinner? Silence.

Ciel stood up from his desk and walked out of his study, the sound of his heels silenced by the carpet. Why was everything so quiet? It unsettled him. He made his way through the manor, down halls that stretched miles, and he peered into rooms that spanned acres in hope to find his fiancee. When he approached the guest room that Elizabeth had been staying in, he stopped. The girl's maid was opening the door, and walked inside of the room. Of course. She was just sleeping, you idi-

Paula's scream cut Ciel's thoughts, followed by the clattered of dropped items. Ciel rushed into the room, yelling, "what's wrong, what's the matter?!"

He found the brunette on her knees, staring up at the ceiling with glassy eyes. He looked to where the woman was staring and his entire stonecold body shattered. His stomach twisted, and it took everything in his willpower not to lose that night's dinner. There was a stampede of footsteps at the Phantomhive servants ran to see what all the fuss was about. But they all dared not to come into the room when they saw the girl.

Ciel screamed. He could stomach horrible things. He could bottle them up and pretend they didn't affect him. He could bottle up his parents' death. He could pretend like his Aunt's death didn't affect him at all. He was very good at pretending.

But he couldn't pretend that this didn't affect him.

He couldn't pretend that he hadn't just seen his beautiful fiancee and childhood friend dangling from the ceiling like a broken marionette. He couldn't pretend that he didn't feel her self-harm scars in his own wrists, that he couldn't feel the scars in his heart. He couldn't pretend that he didn't feel awful, because if he had just taken the time used for his work and spent it with Lizzie perhaps none of this would have happened. He couldn't pretend that he wasn't crying. Because he was. The tears were streaming down his cheeks as he sank to his knees. A broken wail escaped from his throat. "LIZZIE!"

Everyone was stunned into silence. Stunned, because they never knew that their stoic young master could be undone by such a horrible scene. But Sebastian was smiling. No one noticed, but Ciel felt it. He turned to stare at the demon. That damn demon was smiling. The butler began making his way towards Lizzie's body. "Don't you dare touch her!" Ciel shouted, his blood hitting a boiling point. Sebastian stopped in his tracks.

"Young master-"

"I said don't touch her! That's an order!" Surprised, Sebastian slowly began backing away from the noose, and Ciel turned to stare at Baldroy. "Get her down."

"Young master-"

"Do as your master tells you!" Baldroy slowly nodded, going to get the noose down from the ceiling. Ciel turned away as the man cut the rope and undid the knot around her thin neck. When he finally looked up, he let out a cry at the bloody rope burns around her neck, and pulled her lifeless body close. She was stiff, and cold. He wanted to believe that this was merely a dream, that he would wake up and this would be over.

But I'm afraid what is lost cannot be reclaimed.

He gripped that back of her hair, and hugged the small of her back, and cradled her for the rest of the night.

And he was still there when Elizabeth's mother had come to retrieve her daughter.

After alerting the rest of the family about the unfortunate events, the Midfords worked to cover up that Lizzie's death was a suicide. Society wouldn't have taken it too well to know that the girl had killed herself. But Ciel knew.

Oh God, did he know.

Attending the funeral in an outfit Lizzie had gifted him, he found that everyone stared in disgust at the fact he wasn't wearing black. He didn't bother to explain why he wore colour, and if he was going to be honest, anyone who wore black didn't know the girl for who she was. She would have hated anything that had to do with black. She would have hated a funeral for her in the ugly colour black. So he respected that. Before her casket was put into the ground, he walked up to her. He took her pale, lifeless hand, and slowly slipped a ring with a diamond on her annular finger. "With this ring, I marry you and bind my life to yours. With my loving heart. With my willing body. And with my eternal soul."

When it was time to leave, he turned without a word to anyone, and his butler followed. They were sitting inside of the carriage when Sebastian decided to speak up. "How generous of you to give your vows after she-"

"I don't want to hear it."

"... I think you'll enjoy a little bit of information I have, if I may." Ciel stared at the demon out of the corner of his eye as he walked, but gave no answer. This prompted Sebastian to continue. "You don't have to feel so down about something so small. After all, suicides either become reapers-"

"I can't imagine Lizzie working a job like that."

"I wasn't finished, my little lord. What I'm saying is, you'll be joining her soon enough." Ciel turned and glared at Sebastian. He felt his blood reach a boiling point once more when he saw that demon give an evil smile.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means…" Sebastian leaned in close to Ciel, his eyes like two garnets staring deep into Ciel's heart. Even though Ciel concealed his emotions well, Sebastian was drunk off of the hatred, the sadness, the fear in the boy's heart. "That once you get your revenge…" He licked his lips slowly as Ciel grinded his teeth together. The boy felt sick, he could feel the demon's lust for his soul, and it made his mind swirl and his stomach twist up. "You're going to join her in the pits of Hell." Ciel glared deep into the demon's eyes. "After all… if suicides don't pass the test to become a reaper, they go to Hell."