"(Y/N)?" I was snapped out of my daydreaming when I felt Sebastian and Ciel standing right behind me.

'Honestly, these two have no sense of personal space.'

"Oh sorry Ciel, I was just looking,"I said, slightly flustered.

"You had been looking for quite sometime milady. Do you see something you like?" Sebastian whispered into my ear.

His hot breath tickles the back of my neck, making my hair stand on end as shivers went up and down my spine.

"Would you like to go inside?" Ciel had asked, turning to me I nodded my head.

Stepping into the shop I looked around in awe. The store, though small, held treasures that were unique and beautiful in there own ways. Delicate and expensive handcrafted figurines, glass bowls and kiln-fired plates were placed proudly on the many shelves throughout the store as well as many hand sewn dolls, colorful fabrics, and handcrafted pieces of jewelry.

Small trinkets filled the small baskets in the little shelves carved into the front of the registers counter while the top of the counter had glass cases of treats as well as some cigarette boxes.

"Hello, there miss, if you need anything or have any questions don't hesitate to ask alright!" Turning my head towards the source of the lively voice I gave the old man a warm smile. The old man's thick beard was a silver-white, wood shavings could be seen dusted on top his faded worn apron, his face held many wrinkles and while his eye lines told of laughter, warm smiles, and affection. His forehead told of worries past and worries present. His hands looked like worn leather, evidence of many long years of hard work. In all, he reminded me of (B/F/N)'s grandfather, a kind man who treated me as if I was his own granddaughter.

I walked through the store, admire the little trinkets. Every item displayed the care and love the owner had put into making them and yet no matter how hard I tried, my eyes couldn't help but wander back to the necklace in the window. I normally never fuss at jewelry like this, so what made this necklace so special?

Sebastian's POV

'This is meager craftsmanship compared to the Funtom Company' I thought to myself, as I examined one of the toy dolls. Placing the doll back on the shelf my mind continued to wander back to (Y/N). Ever since coming to the Phantomhive Manor I haven't been able to stop thinking about her, these unknown emotions continue to grow with each and every passing day.

She was like a drug that I had to have, an addictive craving that grew stronger every time I learned more about her. Every time we parted ways, even if it was for a short amount of time, I felt empty, as if I a part of me was taken away.

'Would it really be all that wrong if I kept her for myself,' The thought continued to gnaw at the back of my mind as it was only a matter of time before I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from her.

Snapping out of my thoughts I thought back to the necklace in the window display.

'Maybe there is another way to get her affection.'

Ciel's POV

For the very first time, in a very long time, I feel content and utter peace in my life. Sure Elizabeth and the servants at my manner cared for me and were just as bright and cheerful as (Y/N), (Y/N) reminded me so much like my mother.

She would always be looking out for my well being, whenever it rained and I had trouble sleeping she would sing to me or tell me stories to help me fall asleep sleeping in the plush chair next to my bed to be there to comfort me if I had a nightmare in the middle of the night, she could read me like an open book whenever I was upset or down, and even when I was she would always try to make things right, it puzzled me at first how accepting I was towards her affections.

And while the nightmares still continue to plague my dreams, they were not of the fire anymore, it was the fear of letting her down or abandoning me.

I don't wish to keep her here against her own will, but at the same time, the thought of her leaving was too much for me to bare.

'Hopefully, that won't happen'

"Young Master," Snapping out of my thoughts, my attention was redirected towards Sebastian.

"Yes, Sebastian?"

"I believe it would be wise to return back to the manor,"

"Hopefully it will still be intact when we return," (Y/N) said playfully.

"Yes, I do believe it is time to go home," I said about to leave the shop.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

(Y/N's) POV

"Excuse me, Miss?" turning back around, I saw the carpenter walk towards me.

"Yes?"

"I just wanted to give you this," he said, pacing one of the small hand woven dolls in my palm, its cheeks were painted a rosy red, gowned in a white floral dress with lace trimming sewn on the edge.

"It's beautiful!" you exclaimed, holding the doll tightly to your chest.

"But why?" you asked. Smiling sheepishly

"My wife said she had seen the amount of joy you held in your eyes when you entered the store, and said that it was only fitting for you to have one," He said smiling sheepishly

"Thank you so much!" you said hugging him.

"She also told me to tell you to be wary and to tread carefully, emotions and secrets that were never meant to come to life will open up to you if you aren't careful. She's never been wrong about these kinds of things even though I never understand it most of the time," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Tell her to thank you when you see her for me please," I said slightly startled by his words of warning.

"I'll be sure to tell her. Take care okay,"

"I will," I said leaving the store.

'Who exactly was she?'

Authors Note:

Welp I'm not dead! Well, anyways this may be a little rushed and may be edited in the future (Or later on in the week) as I am not entirely satisfied with the chapters ending.

Anyways thank you for hanging in there!

Love you my little cinnamon rolls!

~Brianna Neko