Cry… cry… c…r…y… a way to fall; a way to die.
… the horror of helplessness…
… the curse of emotions;
“W…who is this gentleman?”
Forgive me… please… The beautiful blue eyes became the darkest nights in the depths of vast oceans; the crystal morning dews fallen upon the snow whiteness of my cheeks were cold, so cold resembling an abandoned elderly; without memorias; without a family.
“Will he help Ciel?”
I wish to see again; I wish to know myself. So… my head rose and snow whiteness of my fingertips reached; without knowing where to go. Afraid and helpless…—
“Will you hold Ciel’s hand?”
I need you. Please. Don’t leave me alone.
Tears pooled on the marble floor, hands clutching desperately at the stained bed sheets, head bowed low in shame. A sorrowful moan shattered the eerie silence, followed shortly by a choked cry as the Earl frantically fought for composure. He didn’t deserve such kind words… Not him… A gentle warmth caressed his thrashing heart.
❝ D-Don’t you remember me, Ciel? ❞ His voice shook as his breaths quickened.
❝ N-No… No…! ❞ The blond raised his head. A quick tear filled glance at the bluenette sent shivers down his spine. ❝ I can’t touch you, Ciel… ❞ Wiping his tears away, Alois laughed into his sleeve.
❝ …Ever again. ❞