Do Not Go Gentle

Epilogue

{ I will teach these lungs to air; fill this hungry heart with things to burn.  The sea and tower were glowing to me.  Guide my brother home.  And I was as calm as a child.  Take it to the river.  Take it down slow.  My, oh, my... don't you know my will is good.  In the cold morning I heard them ring.  Said, 'my, oh, my... don't you know my will is good.'  Pretty horses and pale thoughts bubble over these lies; dissolve into me.  Now they are all mine.  My thirsty eyes will carry you all through night.  Hush, now.  You are all mine.  Oh, I was as calm a child.  Take it to the river.  Take it down slow.  My, oh, my... don't you know my will is good.  In the cold morning I heard them ring.  Said, 'my, oh, my... don't you know my will is good.'  The night is young... I will not wait; the thickest thieves in second grace.  I'm wide awake with bare hands.  Tell your mother I'm coming home.  The tide crept under my feet.  The tide crept under my feet. }

- Cold Specks

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Ciel Phantomhive lived a long, long life... longer than most... longer than he thought he ought to.  But his wife bared three, lovely children.  And they all shared an uncanny resemblance to their parents.  The mark upon his cursed eye faded long, long before his time was over.  And he eventually pushed the memory of Sebastian into the farthest regions of his mind.  Though it was forever and always there... eating away at him.

His anger and hatred seemed to have flown away upon wings of ebony... for his revenge was never carried through into the night.  He made family his priority.  He remembered how to smile again.  But still, sometimes that smile would still falter... for one never truly forgets the person whom caused them so much.  One never truly shakes away the memory of seeing that person die.  One never truly releases the vice put upon their heart by them. 

It is sad.  It is heart wrenching.  But sometimes, you find the one whom your soul can rest with... you find whom feels both like home and adventure to you.  And sometimes, it simply is not meant to be.  And that is okay.  Because in another life you will find them; over and over again, you will find them.  And everything will shift into the place where it always should have been.  And everything will be quiet and still.  Everything will be alright.  Everything will be alright.... quite, quite alright.

And Ciel was sure it would be.  For even on his dying breath, when his children were grown and crowded gently around his deathbed like butterflies to flowers, he held their hands as tight as ever... and then he smiled.  He smiled.  And he prayed.  Then he said goodbye... and finally rested his weary body and soul.  For once you cease being afraid, fear its self has nothing to hold on to.

But he did.  He had everything to hold on to.  And upon that night, the sky was clear and every single star was kissing the window cil.  But he never thought to look out that window.  And perhaps it was, in fact, better that way.  For if he had, he would've seen a raven clad in black.  And he would've known what was waiting for him.  We would have known what would always be there to bid him goodnight.  He would've known that he was right all along.  He would've known.  He would've known everything.  But he went away peacefully.  He went away gently.  He went so, so gentle. 

And everything was quiet.

He smiled... he went away gently.

He went so, so gentle.

Fin.