14 Days [Ciel Phantomhive x Reader]

Day 13

If Ciel was honest. He would have said that you had only lived for ten days after the illness surfaced, the others were spent surviving, and whilst the two were often mistaken for meaning the same, they were very different in many more ways than one.

On your thirteenth day, you lay there, staring up at the ceiling with your jaw clenching and unclenching. You seemed somewhere far away, a place that didn't exist where he was. He called your name, over and over, but you never answered. He caressed your skin, but you never flinched.

He wanted you to kiss him, to smile and tell him that you were feeling better. But Ciel had learned from his own past, that things like that didn't happen.

It was a painful day, a day spent staring at you as your lips quivered and mouthed the words that he didn't understand. Often times you would cry, whimper and wail because the pain was becoming too much and when you were silent he selfishly wished that you would cry again, to show him that you were still there.

Still alive.

Because he wasn't coping. He wasn't coping with this, it felt like he was dying along side with you, that with every whimper, he lost a piece of himself until he was nothing but one singular grain which was far too sensitive and fragile and he knew that it was going to break.

And it did.

And no amount of mending, was going to put it back together again.