(Y/N) Phantomhive is the older sister of Ciel Phantomhive. She had sworn to protect her baby brothers from harm the day they were born, though 4 years later she was taken from her beloved family. She went missing for over 2 years before she had fina...
After Adrian left to pack up his things to move in, I look around at all the wonderful things he got me, and made all over my walls. On the walls were wonderful pictures of us. Happy, laughing, having the most wonderful time together.
I hope I can become that happy once more. I truly hope that after marrying him, this horrid curse to forever be unhappy will break. Don’t get me wrong, I am proud to be a Phantomhive. But at the same time, it is a nightmare. Having to be made to live a short life. Not being able to be completely happy. Being forced to become the Queen’s watchdog should both my brothers die.
But then, I was originally supposed to become the guard dog. But it was thanks to Adrian that I am not. I’m a bit thankful for that. Who knows what my life would be like right now if I was. Where I would be. Would I even be with Adrian? Would I even be marrying him?
Most likely... I would not. He strongly detests her. Knowing who and what he is now, it would probably be forbidden. He would probably be the enemy. Perhaps that is why nobody else in my family knew about him. I don’t even think my grandmother knew... Did she?
In fact, I probably wouldn’t know a thing about him if I was. He would still be the super mysterious man nobody ever knows about. He probably would not even want to be with me. Or me with him...
I found the shirt he had left for me to borrow, and I put it on. I then noticed the bag Tori and I used for all the boxes and went to pick it up before I go sit on my bed again.
Deciding I felt ready to look through the last box, I dig it out and open it. There were 3 pieces of paper folded up and numbered just like the others, so I open up the first one and read it.
My love, I laugh harder with you. I feel more myself with you. I trust you with me. The real me. When something goes wrong, or right, or I hear a funny joke, or I see something bizarre, you’re the first person I want to talk to about it.
Then the second one.
When I’m with you, I act different. In a good way. I smile more and laugh more. I don’t have to pretend everything is okay when it’s really not. With you, I can drop the fake smile and put on a real one. I don’t feel hurt and alone when I’m with you. Instead, I feel safe and loved. You’re easy to talk to, and you listen to me. I don’t have to worry about holding back with you. I don’t feel self-conscious. I don’t ever feel insecure or sad. You show me that you really do care, and you’re not just pretending. I really appreciate your company, because with you I’m different. With you, I’m happy. ❤
I was in tears. Again. I love him so much. And I am so glad that he can be so open with me. That he can trust me with anything and everything. Well, besides with me stressing anymore. But I understand why he doesn’t want to tell me. But little does he know, that I do know.
I am just beyond happy that he can truly be himself with me. And I with him. I then open up the last one.
I wish you were with me, so I can tell you directly how much you mean to me. I’ll hold you tight and hug you near my heart, so that you can hear what it’s trying to whisper.
“You’re the reason why I’m beating.”
Taped on the bottom of the note, was my engagement ring that I had given back to him.
“You have no idea how much I need you in my life, Amora.” It read underneath the ring. With teary eyes, I pull the ring off and place it where it belonged, back on my finger.
Realizing it was still his birthday, I decided I should make something for him this time. I dig around for some paper, and pull out a large blue sheet. Folding it in half, I begin drawing flowers and tiny hearts on the left corners.
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