Perfection

"He is perfect"

December 11th, 2015

He is perfect
I've known that since day one, he is everything I could ever ask for, everything I could ever need. My protector, my savior, my healer, my supporter, my friend, my lover.
This perfect man, is mine.
And his name is Sebastian Michaelis.

When I first lied my blue orbs upon him I knew that he was special, kind, not like most people in the world you find today. Humanity was cruel, society was fucked up and unfixable, but Sebastian didn't seem to be affected by any of it. What was I? Tch, I was a piece of garbage who slept in alleyways, forced to eat the foods that were discarded in trash cans, forced to beg for any sustenance that could help me get by. At an early age, my parents abandoned me.... Because I wasn't a suitable enough son for them. I wasn't perfect, I suppose that's where my insecurities began. There I sat one day in a dark alleyway, an overcast overhead. Small, cold raindrops began to fall and stained the cement beneath my bare feet. In mere moments, I was soaked to the very core by the chilling liquid, shivering all alone.
But then he came, like ones personal guardian angel.  To describe Sebastian Michaelis would be like trying describe the worlds best painting, a few words couldn't percept the true beauty of such a thing. However, I suppose I'll try.
The man wore black when I first gazed upon him, nice black dress pants, black leather suede shoes. A white dress shirt adorned his some what built body, he wasn't masculine to the point where is muscles were bulging, oh but you could certainly tell he possesses strength. A black suit jacket elegantly drapes over his shoulders, it looked as it was made of very fine material. His face....
I would compare it to the face of an Angels, well, some may disagree but it's just so dam beautiful that my heart melts looking at the fool. His eyes were colored a hazel crimson and his hair was black as night, little tufts sticking up every which way and that. Compared to my dullish gray locks and my two bright blue irises, anyone would look upon me and gladly admit that Sebastian was utter perfection, and I would agree. I am trash. Always have been, always will be.
Yet that man, that fool of a man reached his hand out to me, gladly offered his care to me.
I ask myself quite a lot.
Why me? Why help me?
I ask him that same question every so often and his reply is always the same
"Why not? I fell in love with you at first sight with those gorgeous eyes of yours, such sadness within them however, so I thought to myself, why not? Everyone deserves kindness."
Tch, idiot, why give a piece of trash like me any kindness. I still can't believe he saved me that day, offering his hand and his coat to keep me dry from the rain, the very first words he spoke to me.
"Now now, no person as perfect as you should be lying out in the rain...."
Oh dear, I feel quite stupid.
I forgot to tell my name.
My name is Ciel Phantomhive,
and this is the story of how I fell in love with the perfect man known as Sebastian Michaelis.
❤️