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Weeks past, and no one knew the whereabouts of the young Phantomhive. They all figured his tiny body had been converted to ash.
Three graves were furnished on the plot. Two accompanied द्वारा large, charred bodies 6 feet under, and a small headstone with nothing but dirt as it's occupant.
Only I knew what had really happened.
That my poor betrothed was stolen away.
That he was taken this way and that, alone.
Most likely फ्रोज़न in his nightshirt, bound and raped.
On the दिन of the funeral, I wore the darkest dress I owned, which was a deep blue. It was a bit on the long side with a black bow on the कॉलर and a सेकंड tied at the waist. The sleeves were silky and cool, giving me गूसबम्प्स as the wind chill swirled in the dull, thick air. The घास was damp with dew and crowds had formed small groups that dotted the ground. My father and mother were there was well.
I stood back in the distance half-lidded. Elizabeth knelt in the mud wearing a midnight black gown. She sobbed uncontrollably, throwing away that sense of elegance and grace we all had labeled her with. The फीता of her gloves was burdened with holes as it tore while she wrapped her unsteady arms around the smallest gravestone. It was a horror to watch. I went home.
The guilt of it all began to hit me at first when we arrived back at the construction of the Basilica.
I had that deep feeling in my gut long before his birthday. A sense of danger yet unsettling peace.
The calm before the storm.
"Thats quite a shame," my father said, itching the back of his head. "I had in mind great things to expand the Abadie name, oh yes, great things. I guess we'll just have to find आप a new fiance, Sofia. Maybe someone your age, this time. How does that sound?" he squeezed my small hand.
Again, the आग clicking echoed down the hall as I sat in my room. I took the phone off the दीवार and unwillingly dialed the number.
A small glint in the back of my mind knew that Ciel would pick up on the other line.
After three rings, there were two clicks, and then it was done.
It's always darkest before the dawn.
Weeks past, and no one knew the whereabouts of the young Phantomhive. They all figured his tiny body had been converted to ash.
Three graves were furnished on the plot. Two accompanied द्वारा large, charred bodies 6 feet under, and a small headstone with nothing but dirt as it's occupant.
Only I knew what had really happened.
That my poor betrothed was stolen away.
That he was taken this way and that, alone.
Most likely फ्रोज़न in his nightshirt, bound and raped.
On the दिन of the funeral, I wore the darkest dress I owned, which was a deep blue. It was a bit on the long side with a black bow on the कॉलर and a सेकंड tied at the waist. The sleeves were silky and cool, giving me गूसबम्प्स as the wind chill swirled in the dull, thick air. The घास was damp with dew and crowds had formed small groups that dotted the ground. My father and mother were there was well.
I stood back in the distance half-lidded. Elizabeth knelt in the mud wearing a midnight black gown. She sobbed uncontrollably, throwing away that sense of elegance and grace we all had labeled her with. The फीता of her gloves was burdened with holes as it tore while she wrapped her unsteady arms around the smallest gravestone. It was a horror to watch. I went home.
The guilt of it all began to hit me at first when we arrived back at the construction of the Basilica.
I had that deep feeling in my gut long before his birthday. A sense of danger yet unsettling peace.
The calm before the storm.
"Thats quite a shame," my father said, itching the back of his head. "I had in mind great things to expand the Abadie name, oh yes, great things. I guess we'll just have to find आप a new fiance, Sofia. Maybe someone your age, this time. How does that sound?" he squeezed my small hand.
Again, the आग clicking echoed down the hall as I sat in my room. I took the phone off the दीवार and unwillingly dialed the number.
A small glint in the back of my mind knew that Ciel would pick up on the other line.
After three rings, there were two clicks, and then it was done.
It's always darkest before the dawn.
