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Publishing parts here is a joy, thank you to those who are here and reading! Leave something so I know you're here 🥺In my room, I observe the beautiful early evening landscape from the window. Autumn. I remember, during my school days, I hated this season, but when I entered another institution, I developed an aesthetic interest in the withered leaves, oak acorns, and fruits that autumn brings. Now, I no longer longed for the end of this season; I started strolling through autumn parks.
Why did I hate autumn? I think every schoolchild would answer this question the same way, and I was among them until I went to college. On one of those autumn days, during a stroll, I turned on the soundtrack from "Black Butler." I didn't understand how I found it or how it came into my head, but walking through the empty parts of the park, I realized that I loved this time; or rather, I fell in love with it at that moment.
Winter used to be my favorite season because of the holidays. And not just that, I loved the cold, the dull weather, the mood of people before celebrations, the New Year's broadcasts on the radio. I loved the lights on houses, in the windows... Why did I love it? I still do. Alright... I could describe what I like endlessly.
A strange noise distracted me; it was quiet, but among the silence and light breeze in my room, it was enough to break my concentration... Unpleasant. After a moment, the strange sounds in the lower hallway stopped, and finally, I could once again observe the beauty of nature through the window... And the window itself. The handiwork of the local craftsmen captured my attention. I focused again on the nature and silence, when suddenly, there it was again. What was that? As if something fell. I didn't pay much attention to it because I wanted silence...
Something fell in the hallway again, but this time I heard a voice.
"Damn it. Who's making that noise? The misanthrope's mansion should be quiet! Why can't they be a little less energetic?"
I decided to go out and see what kind of mess was happening outside my room. Getting up from the windowsill, I confidently headed towards the door. There was no one in the hallway, so I decided to move forward.
"There's the stairs, and here is..." I stepped on something strange... I had to look. How could I not?
When I lowered my head and lifted the hem of my dress, I was stunned. To say the least!
"A mouse trap?" And then I realized that I was in pain, the shoes that were bought for me recently were ruined. We went to a store for several dresses, unfortunately, not in the city center, but on the outskirts. Ciel had shown the courtesy to buy me something, so I wouldn't be walking around inappropriately...
That was a harsh thought... As if he owed me something. I am undoubtedly grateful for everything he has done for me while I've been here.
Very strange, the shoes are of good quality, the materials they are made of should be tough. So why does it hurt? Did the shoemaker not use genuine leather?
Now my foot will have to be amputated. An infection will start, the doctors won't be able to do anything, and they will come to a single solution. No infected part, no problem. The medicine of this century was depressing.
"What's going on here?!" Besides the whole corridor being filled with mouse traps, I noticed a bunch of cats and... I wrinkled my nose at the smell of something burning.
"Is that the Miss whom the Master has taken in?" I heard a female voice.
"Apparently, yes. Don't you think she resembles Lady Elizabeth?"
"They compared me to Lizzie?"
Does that mean they think highly of my appearance? Wait, is someone actually thinking about my attractiveness right now? I haven't even looked at myself properly in the mirror since I got here... Although something tells me I really should do that immediately.
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