Sebastian's POV:
My eyes went wide at those heart crushing four words. I looked down at the sobbing boy in front of me, my heart in a million pieces and tears we leaving his eyes as he was trying to choke down his sobs. He looked up at me; face a mess. I stood there gazing into he's beautiful bicolored eyes and gave him my answer. Ciel Alexander Phantomhive I love you with all my heart and nothing in this world or any other one for that matter will change the way I feel for you! Sometime during these few words I started to cry. It was embarrassing. He was looking at me with eyes wide, as a smile started to form on his lips. I rushed to him and wrapped his petite body in my arms. He finally started to speak, "then why'd you push me off?!" I couldn't tell him the truth could I? What would he think of me if I told him I was the king of hell? Would he hate me? Would he be scared of me? Would he reject me? I couldn't think straight as he stared at me in anticipation waiting for my answer. I didn't want to hide it from him so here goes nothing I guess. Ciel there's something I need to tell you. The words rolled of my tongue hesitantly. "Sebastian what is it?" He asked me with a hint of worry in his tone. I'mTheKingOfHell!!! I got so scared to tell him that everything came out all jumbled and fast. He just looked at me and smiled. WAIT!?!?!? Smiled. He smiled when I told him I'm the king of hell? Was he being serious? Ciel got up from the bed and walked up to me standing on the tip of his toes wrapping his slender arms around my neck pulling me into a kiss. He pulled back a little whispering the 4 words I didn't expect to her against my lips. "I'm fine with that." I smiled against his lips reconnecting mine with his. I don't think my life could get any better than this. He was literally my own personal heave. Ironic I know; but it's true he was the soul that was attached to mine. He may not feel it but I can. He's my everything and the one thing I'm sure of is that no one in their right mind will mess with him. He's mine. If anyone even gets bold to raise a hand to his beautiful little face, so help me Satan that they'll wish they had god.
