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Its time to go, Lizzie.Tittle: Its time to go, Lizzie.
Author: Akemi T.
Status: One-shot short fanfic
After the death of Lord Ciel Phantomhive, the post of the Queen's watchdog was abolished, the Funtom company went into bankrupt, corruption and was shut down by the govern after five years. All that was affected by it but the one who suffered the most was no other than the beloved fiancée of the young lord, Lady Elizabeth Middleford herself.
When the depressing news reached her ears, her tears flowed for weeks until one day, it finally stopped and it stopped for good. When her tears dried, her emotions were gone with it. Slowly, from being known as the brightest and cheerful girl in London, from all the pretty dresses in multiple colours, from cute hair bands and pigtail with bows, everything was washed out with the flow of her tears. Her cute and warm smile disappeared, she dresses in nothing but dark coloured dresses, her hair was tied up in a bun, embellished by a single black veil
The love we shareSurrounded in luxury, showered with undying love, never ending attention...what more could I possibly want?
"The sky is so beautiful tonight, Ciel."
My fingers entwined with his as I smile looking up into the glittered sky of the night. The full moon revealed by the night cloud shined, brightened up the sky as the midnight sun. Such a breath-taking scene. A kiss landed on my pale white cheek, softly, like a feather. I looked at him, his sapphire blue eyes glimmer as I lean into a kiss on the lips.
It was such a romantic night for such a kiss. As the kiss breaks, his hand let go of mine. He took a step back and bowed. He signed for my hand as he asked me, "May I have this dance, Milady?"
"Of course," I replied as I curtsied. My hand now, was in his' again.
We danced under the moonlight, with the stars as the spectators. A glittering night, shined and glimmer. A night that was never to forget.
As the clock strikes one, our dance ended. As he escorted me back inside to my bed, a kiss was
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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