Hi! Long time no see/read ^^'

I am really sorry that I haven't uploaded anything in such a long time... I wrote all fragments based on instrumental-only tracks one after the other, but I got stuck when I went to write the ones based on the songs with lyrics... And here I am, still stuck after one and a half year. ^^'

As I don't know when I will be able to tackle the remaining fragments, I decided to just post everything I already have throughout the next weeks, even if it means to break the CD track listing.

Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. (I hope it's any good; I wrote it such a long time ago and have no idea what I even wrote anymore XD And if I reread it, this FF would really be forever abandoned.)


Track 7:

Prism

(Elizabeth and Ciel)


"Each of us is self-created and self-projecting. What you believe yourself to be is who you ultimately are."


I stood in front of the mirror and saw these eyes, this hair, this face but I could not see me.

I closed my eyes and saw me, the real me – sickly, shy. Weak. But when I opened them again, all I could see was the ghost I wanted to be. The shell I wanted to be. The light I had lost.

What I had left behind had gone out in flames.

What I had left behind had been me – in the flames the weak me had breathed in the smoke; and the new me had stepped outside, breathing in air.

Time was ticking, hours were running away from me.

No time to be weak, no time to be sick.

I wore a mask with my face.

I walked with unknown confidence, with a strength which was not mine.

What I was once was now only an echo in the night.


I stood in front of the mirror and you whispered behind me.

I could hear your words in my ears, feel your breath on my skin.

You were the ghost who had haunted me and who haunted me still.

In light I had wandered, from light I stepped away and into colours. Into brokenness.

In colours, I had broken like the light I had come from but I looked beautiful still.

Like the rainbow you adored, like the light you shunned.


I was Ciel Phantomhive, the Earl of Phantomhive, the Watchdog of the Queen.


I was Elizabeth Midford, fiancée to the Earl of Phantomhive, a girl of nursery rhymes.


And nobody else.


And nobody else.