Author's Note: My life is 40% fluff and 60% angst so naturally I had to make it work out like this. This contains mentions of suicide, so if that's not something you want to read, then skip this one.


"Ciel, you must tell me what you've been keeping from me!"

Elizabeth's demand regarded the eye patch Ciel always wore. He had told her that his eye had been gouged out, but she knew better than to believe that. She had run her fingers over where his right eye should have been. Not really where it should have been, because it was still there, and she could feel that it was still there. Was she really meant to believe that his eye had been injured for three—almost four—years without healing?

"As I've said before," Ciel responded in his usual deadpan, "there's nothing there to hide. My eye is gone."

"I've felt it! You need to trust me more! Why is it that you're so secretive about it? Am I nothing but unfaithful and suspicious towards you?!" She was raising her voice now, as hard as she tried to keep herself under control. It was just so irritating, upsetting, infuriating.

"It's for your own protection."

Elizabeth wasn't exactly sure what happened, but she found herself pinning Ciel's wrist against the wall, leaving the Earl no way to free himself from his position. She ripped off the eye patch, and from the surprise of it all, both his eyes were wide.

The Lady's grip loosened causing her to drop the patch as she fell to her knees. "Th-th-tha...that's the...m-mark of...of a..."

"Demon," Ciel finished. "Sebastian, to be exact." He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I had no choice but to die or make a contract. It would only cause you harm if you knew."

Fifteen days after Elizabeth had left that night, Ciel had received a report of his fiancee's death—the cause being brutal mutilation, all of it inflicted entirely by herself—and the letter she had left behind for him.

I wasn't there by your side when you needed me most. I could have rescued you, but I wasn't there. Now I'm destroying the chance of something so horrible happening to me so there's no way for you to help me through it. A clean death was too good for me. Don't miss me.

Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford, the fiancee you should never had been forced to have