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Friends?

Chapter 3

Friends?

Ciel's POV

(For Sebastian's POV -> Wind_Mogica)

I had just spent a couple of hours on a tram, I was tired and hungry and a little disoriented. I didn't know where I was going and I was on the verge of a breakdown. What have I done? What was I thinking; just up and leaving without the slightest inkling about where in the hell I was headed. I had hopped about 3 different trams, wasting a good amount of the money I brought with me. Up until I got off the last one I realized I had none left. I found myself in London, I sighed in relief as I remember my aunt lived here, not too far from the underground. My phone was out of juice so I couldn't call or text her.

I hadn't got a message back from Sebastian either, I knew he wanted nothing to do with me after I left. I was for sure of that. I should just leave it alone, for now at least. Maybe he will come around. Maybe. I guess I deserve it for lying to him. I haven't thought about him in a while. He doesn't live too far from here either...I just need to keep walking. My feet hurt and my boots were soaked from all the rain that fell down on London.

I clenched my bag tightly, trying to remember how to get there on foot. I was cold, wet, tired and hungry by this point, I hope I get there soon. I know my aunt and as soon as I get there she will be worried and ask me questions, while simultaneously pulling me in the house, getting my wet boots off and wrapping me in a blanket, setting me on the couch and making hot tea for me. My aunt was like a second mom, well I guess she qualified as such, being my mother's sister.

I walked aimlessly through town, recognizing a few shops and making left and rights, too shy to ask for directions. I looked like a lost child, and I was. I was barely 5 foot 3 and I wore an oversized sweater with a cartoon Dalmatian from the Disney movie. I looked more or less 12. I hated when people assumed that. But I was almost 17! I was practically an adult already....I say as I'm running away from home... Ignore the fact that I'm acting like a child and that I look like one too, I'm just....never mind. The point is I want to be treated as an adult that I am supposed to become.

I'm getting off track, I'm supposed to be finding my aunt's place. Yes, focus on that. I see a couple of things I recognize and head down the street. Finally, I come to a row of flats I recognize and if I recall hers is the third one down. I walked down and hope that she is home. I walk-- no, jog down the cobble stone path and ring the doorbell but also knock just in case. I heard a few noises from inside the house and not a few seconds later my aunt flung the door open. Her face was scrunched in annoyance until she saw me and it dropped. She noticed I was soaked and the bag I carried on my back. My frown shown as I began to speak and she pulled me inside the home.

"Oh, dear Ciel what are you doing here? Are you okay? What's going on?! Go sit on the couch, I'll bring you hot tea and we'll talk about it." She asked all at once and then steered me in the direction of the living room. It was arranged neatly with the couch situated against the wall opposite of the tv and entertainment stand which were also pressed against the wall. A chair sat comfortable in the corner next to the door way in which the couch was on the opposite side of. There were tables and lamps sitting upon them next to both the couch and chair, little dollies sat underneath. Finally a coffee table was set about 5-6 inches in front of the couch. Just as I remembered it the last I was here. I went and sat on the couch, the leather of it made me think of when I spilled juice on it when I was little and thinking I'd ruined it, I hadn't though. It made me feel nostalgic. I hadn't been to my aunt's home since the move. It made my chest heavy.