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The next morning I found myself getting up earlier. I usually slept until noon if the nightmares were kept at bay. I clambered into an old shawl and slippers and attempted to sit by the fire to read. But there I was, instead, staring out the window into the mist. The entrance of the driveway was consumed entirely by the fog. For once, the trees were only quivering slightly in the wind, and the window never quite shut completely, so the draft was horribly icy. When Sebastian finally appeared out of the gray cloud, a feeling not exactly described as relief rested in my head. A familiar face,...

It's times like these when you wonder where people figured the idea that an 11 year old girl would murder her own parents in their family church during mid-construction.
Maybe thats why I'm so bitter.
The building of the Basilica was halted until further notice. The Middleford's were notified of this demise on my part and hesitantly offered a hand, only to withdrawal it in the end. Such tentative plans forced my person into a bit of a blurry spiral, only for the tail to land me right back at that place; my own home.
An 11 year old living on her own.
Oh, one can only imagine the gossip.
Death spread...

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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 by 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 frozen in his nightshirt, bound and raped.
On the day 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...

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That night, I watched the full moon from my window, frozen in the unheated home on the floor. My bed called for me at the other side of the room, but I ignored it. My mother soon came in wearing a long fur coat, pristine white and barely reaching her ankles. She was going out.
"To bed." she croaked. I wobbled up and crawled under the sheets as she pursed her red lips and shut the door.

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For shopping, my mother and I were in the street markets of London early the next morning. Early snow had come. Attire had changed; not in thin dresses but in heavy coats, the Brits chatted amongst themselves,...

I sat up in bed.
Without moving an inch, I stared down and onto the endless black spread like a quilt over the land through the crystal clear window. The abyss glared back, unwavering and strange. I turned my head for a moment and looked over at the other side of the bed, where Ciel was hugging a feather pillow. I stared at his chest, which rose and fell with each gentle breath. With motherly adoration, my throat became tight and I worried for him. I then looked straight ahead of me, where a lone closet sat with innocence as the maroon curtains, looking gray, swayed out of the corner of my...

While I stood making breathless noises, the girl's cheeks flushed and she smiled weakly.
"...Your dress is beautiful."
"A-ah..." I lifted me head and my hands immediately clutched the hem of the skirt. "Y-your dress is lovely as well!" I squeezed harder. "Are you... do you live here?"
She chuckled and looked off and over at the rest of the town, that almost seemed to twist and bend off the edge of the world. She took soft, slow breaths, and her head hung low with the breeze sweeping in.
"No. I am Ciel's second cousin. Elizabeth Middleford." She extended her hand, which was clothed in a soft cloth...