Break:

When you drown, you sink down to a special place at the bottom—a removed, peaceful place where you can hear the crash and roar of waves above you as a distant, soothing murmur like the whooshing of air in a conch shell pressed against your ear. You are alone and safe and cradled at every angle by numbing water; nothing can touch you.

That was where Ciel was when she came; the words that slid from his mouth, "I killed them," barely reached his ears. Her cries and accusations were the contorted howls of wolves miles away in the forest—they made no sense to Ciel, and they were too far off to be of any concern. Her face was a mask of horror, but it twisted and wavered like a candle flame obscured by smoke.

Ciel curled his face in to Sebastian's chest, wanting to escape it all. Distant as they were, Doll's face and voice pained him. He didn't know why anymore, nor did he want to. Ciel just wanted his oblivion, his numb, painless little world away from it all.

"Sebastian..."

Ciel could not even register her fury, her pain, her hate, or her love—not until it was too late.

Marry:

Ciel was speechless, motionless, and expressionless as the carriage bumped along unfamiliar country road. At least, until the carriage stopped dead beside a briar-filled thicket.

"Wait," Ciel said as Sebastian stepped down from the driver's seat to unload the bodies stored in the back, "wait for me."

"As you wish," the butler nodded and helped his young lord down from the seat.

There were several corpses to be disposed of, but only one that mattered to the Earl. The girl in the ragged clothes looked peaceful, save for the vivid scar that had contorted her face since childhood. Gently, Ciel swept chestnut bangs over the mark.

"Why did you have go and trust me," he murmured. Of course, there was no response.

The thicket was rife with roses—mostly red and pink, but a flash of pale petals caught Ciel's attention. The light colored rose was nestled deep within the briar's, but for once he didn't care about his physical well-being. Thorns tore into his still-soft skin, coaxing drops and trickles of blood to patter down into the undergrowth.

By the time the rose was free, Ciel was no longer sure what color it was; perhaps very light pink, or even a shade of yellow, rather than white. It didn't matter. He placed over Doll's ruined eye and kissed her forehead softly. He considered removing one of his rings, slipping it over her cool finger, but he new how little that would have meant to her. How insufficient and pointless such a gift would be compared to his crime. So he let her sleep.

I'll never forgive you, Smile!

Yes, that was fair.