Darkness swirled and fire bloomed but the fire had no passion for the Phoenix was without his mate. Pain was the most dominant sensation but this pain was not physical. It was a constant ache at the very centre of the young demon's being that grew steadily worse as the days rolled by.
Years passed with an unbearable slowness.
Surely this was some form of torture and not the help the elder demons swore it would be.
There was no chance of seeing Sebastian, no speaking to him, no hearing the bitter sweat sound of Sebastian's voice until Ciel had found his fire and mastered control. There was no feeling Sebastian's touch, no feeling his lips as they pressed softly against his own, not even sensing his presence near by until Ciel was able to survive on his own.
Pain.
The world is made of pain.
Red, black, orange, yellow.
The colours of pain.
White.
The colour of a breaking soul.
Ciel found himself crying, some nights, as he lay cold and alone. He only wanted to see the man he loved; just a glimpse and he would be satisfied but he couldn't even do that. Oh, how he longed to see those ruby red eyes, to touch that ever smooth skin and to kiss those sweet soft lips.
He would do anything to see his love.
He'd run right through hell and back.
Some days didn't come easy, some days didn't come hard. Some days didn't come at all and those were the days that would never end. Some days he lost all feeling, some days he'd loose control. Some nights he'd just let his heartbreak take its toll. Yes, he was lonely. That's all he was really qualified to be. He wondered where Sebastian was, what he was doing now he was free.
The sound of a broken heart is an odd thing.
It sounds just like a whole one.
But it feels so much heavier.
So much pain.
How can one possible exist like this?
Years continued to pass in the same slow manner.
They could be oceans apart but Ciel would be none the wiser.
The young demon wondered if Sebastian had taken up lovers. Ciel could hardly blame Sebastian if he had. It wasn't like they were really together anymore.
Is it possible for one to die of a broken heart?
Because that's how it feels.
I'm dying.
Being without you . . .
It's killing me.
The world evolved and things changed. Ciel grew up but found he stopped aging when he hit his eighteenth birthday. The world moved on, things transformed into something else but Ciel did not.
His pining for Sebastian never subsided.
Nor did his love.
Or his pain.
The world is empty without you.
Sebastian.
