Contract Truths, Sweets, and Flashbacks
You skipped outside at about three o'clock (and don't tell me there aren't clocks back then, the pocket watch, silent clock tower, etc.) to find Break sitting at a table, a tray of tea and sweets sitting next to the table.
"Why, (Y/N), I didn't think you'd make it."
"Why would I miss teatime?"
"Because you don't like my company?"
"Your company is delightful Break. Don't let Reim-San tell you otherwise." You say reprimandingly. (Not a word? Oh well.)
"You have such a delightful personality (Y/N)."
"Thank you Break-Kun." You say, seating yourself. Break poured tea and you watched as he added just enough sugar to kill a cow but not you or him.
"So. I heard you are a contractor to The Mad Hatter." You say, stirring your tea.
"Yep. What's your contracted Chain's name?" He asked, placing a cake in front of each of you.
"Nightingale. She's experimental. Made from the blood of all five Black-Winged Chains."
"Cool. How long have you been contracted to her?" You looked up from your cake, smashing it with your fork a bit. The time of your Contract was a touchy subject, no one except for Sheryl and Shelly-Sama knew the time you had been contracted to Nightingale.
"Since birth."
"How long has it been?"
"I stopped aging physically about fifty years ago. So about seventy-four years tomorrow."
"Your birthday is tomorrow?"
"It is, but I've already told everybody no huge parties." You say, absent-mindedly smashing your cake to pieces, its chocolate filling spilling all over the plate. Break looked at the plate, surprised.
"Uh, (Y/N)." He said, pointing at your smashed cake. You shrug, sticking the plate in your mouth and cleaning it off before setting it down.
After tea, you walked into your room, flopping down onto your bed. Sighing, you rolled onto your side, only to fall off the bed. You grumbled to yourself as you seated yourself at your vanity, looking at your left eye, the red one. Why did you have to be born like this? This question was commonly asked to yourself by yourself, but only because you didn't like being considered a child of ill omen. You folded your arms on the vanity surface and set your head in your arms. Just when you were about to doze off, your heartbeat quickened and you doubled back, falling out of the chair as your mind took hold and you lapsed into a flashback.
You found yourself sitting outside, sobbing heavily. Sheryl was watching you from a distance, rocking back and forth in her wheelchair. Shelly approached, but you recoiled, glaring at her with your glossy, tear-filled eyes.
"Don't touch me! Don't look at me and don't so much as speak to me."
"(Y/N)," You cut her off, shoving her away.
"I said don't talk to me!" You shout, standing and leaping over both Rainsworth women, running off. Shelly stood, her hand resting on her stomach. She was about to go after you when her mother stopped her, rolling after you.
You snapped up, finding Break sitting next to you, his red eye looming over you.
"Wh-what happened?" You ask.
"I was walking past your room when I heard something fall with a loud thud so I rushed in to find you on the floor, your eyes wide open."
"Darn it! Stupid MFing flashbacks!"