I'm late, and I'm sorry. I've been preparing for my chorus's concert tomorrow night. Wish me Luck! ^^
Lydia woke up early today. She was in the dining room. If you looked out of one of the windows there, just as she was doing now, you could get a great view the trees outside. She seemed to be hypnotized by nature's beauty. That is, until Ciel entered the room, looking for her.
"Lydia," Ciel spoke, edging closer to the girl.
"Yes, Ciel?" she asked, turning to face him, a smile gracing her face.
"…" Ciel was silent. He'd open his mouth to say something, but then the words escaped his mind, leaving him speechless.
Lydia's smile slowly turned into a small, understanding, solemn grin. "I know what you're about to say. Or at least I think I do," she started, turning back to face the window. "When are you leaving? Is that right? Is that what you were about to ask me, Ciel?" She turned to him again, this time all traces of a smile gone for two reasons; she'd just called the earl by his first name; and because she was sure she was right. She'd overstayed her welcome and the members of the Phantomhive manor had grown bored of her. Chocolate eyes bore Ciel and he averted her gaze. "I wouldn't have put it as bluntly as you did," he admitted.
Lydia giggled, but not wholeheartedly. Even so, half-hearted as it was, it was that laugh that had captured Ciel in the first place. He liked Lydia, a lot. That much was clear. But he had a feeling that it would never go beyond that. Ciel didn't think that he could ever grow to love Lydia or anyone for that matter. To Ciel, love was a useless emotion that only made people focus on useless things. Though even if that weren't the case, the child had no more love to give. It had left him after the unforgiving fire that stole the lives of his parents and pet dog. And the little pieces of amity that hadn't left his heart (or lack thereof) had hardened, and turned into fuel for a cold, relentless, intolerant hunt for revenge.
Another chuckle from Lydia. "Well, to answer your question, I don't know when I'm leaving. I've written to, called, and tried every way in between to contact my father and driver from the night of the crash. I started this the day after the accident. When Father didn't answer my letters or calls, I began to get frightened and panicked… on the inside. I was unsure of what to do then. I'm still unsure…"
"And you didn't let anyone know? How were you supposed to find them all on your own?" Ciel asked, the edge in his voice making Lydia cringe. "I was unsure of what to do," she repeated, more quietly this time. Ciel sighed, noting that his tone had upset the girl somewhat.
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