14 Days [Ciel Phantomhive x Reader]

Day 12

Sleep didn't come as easily as you would have liked. It was almost impossible to rest because your body was constantly coughing up blood and bile, trying so desperately to get rid of what was killing you, to destroy what was about to destroy you. But much like a war that the people knew could never be won, you doubted your bodies strength and instead giving up.

You stopped eating.

You stopped laughing.

Smiling.

Pretending.

And you began dying.

Because, what was the use right? You were just denying the inevitable. Death was close by, it was reaching for you, begging that you take it's hand or else slip through its grip and into a painful thrush of thorns, but- how could you reach back for the caring hand of the reaper, when Ciel was pulling you close? Keeping you beside him because (even if he wouldn't admit it) death was knocking on the front door, on the windows, on the walls, he was creeping in the roof, scratching at the wallpaper, but Ciel would not let him in. But, you decided. Was it really his choice?

This pain.

This unbearable pain.

It was too much.

You wanted to breathe, but instead you choked and floundered because your lungs could no longer support you. You wanted to smile, but your lips were so cracked and broken that they merely split apart.

"(Y/N)," Ciel breathed, sitting at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. You wanted to reach out to him, pull him to your side, but the pillows was your best friends, although the matress had begun leaving marks along your skin.

"Yes?"

Silence.

He breathe in, and then out and you found yourself envious of the ease that the air flew at, through his wind pipe and out his lips, you were jealous of his air.

"Maybe... We could get Sebastian to..."

He didn't need to say anything more, you could already hear the rest of the words enchoing through the air.

You couldn't imagine yourself as a demon. To be forever leeching off of human souls, what kind of life like that. What kind of world would you live in when you were preying off of the vulnerable in order to quench your thirst?

"No..." you whispered the word so softly that Ciel almost didn't hear them. Almost.

"W-Why not?" He choked out, trying to shove away the sobs that clawed at his throat, and he wondered half-heartedly, if this was what it felt like for you all of the time.

"I think you know why, Ciel."

And he did know.

You were far too kind.

But he wasn't.