Our Story. ( Black Butler / Random Short Stories )

Their Mistress, A Deathwish.

"But ..why? With us, you could have everything you desire. Wealth, happiness, pleasures .."

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The maiden knelled, her eyes dull and hollow from any sight of life. It was like she had a human body but it was nothing but hollow. The happy-go-lucky and spirit she faked were long gone and all was left was a dull shell of herself. A shell she could never seem to fill, even if she tried.

She was tired and most certainly bored of her dull life. The brunette wanted to get out of here so badly. She wanted to just ran aimlessly and let her life be on risk. She wanted to just let someone hunt her down and kill her. Oh, so she wanted it so badly but sadly, she couldn't.

She couldn't die aimlessly. No. It's rather, she didn't want anyone to be burden by the caused of her death. Had if she was run over, the driver would be at fault. If she was hunted, the killer would be at fault. No. As crazy as it sounds, she wanted no one to be blamed of her death. That's why her alternative way was just by suicide.

But, still she thought.

If people knew she commited suicide, what would of become of her family? Her family was well known and she definitely didn't want to soil her family's name by shamelessly commiting suicide.

So, at the end, she was stuck. She was stuck between wanting the need to end this useless and boring life or to just end it all and forget about everyone when she did it. She was stuck. Her mind was battling hard and it certainly took a toll on her human self.

She wanted to cry so badly but at the end, what would crying ever do?

Nothing.

It will only waste tears and emotions.

So she simply stared endlessly on the ground, where her knee was to be meet, silently hoping for any sort of miracle to happen. Anything. Just anything would do. She was so desperate to find the cure for this need of longing; the longing of dread in her heart.

Yet, she knew it would be all in vain.

Nothing and she meant, NOTHING could cure this pain in her heart.

But, like they would say, when you desperately need help, it will come and come it did.

As the hollow shell of a female continued to ponder and stare, a knock on the door snapped her back to reality. Quickly, she composed herself and opened the door only to be greeted by nothing. Confused, the female simply thought of it merely a gust of wind and shrugged as she closed it shut and wanted to continue her little session when she was be met with something out of her wildest dreams.

She saw a man--but not just a man, in fact, she thought of him as an angel that came to help her. Yet, she still had her doubts. No. She wouldn't trust someone or hell, even something so easily. Experience taught her that, hardly.

The male had a perfectly built body, fair porcelain skin, round azure oceanic mesmerising eyes, bluish grayish locks that fitted his face perfectly and quite an edgy face. Needless to say, he was perfect.

His orbs were locked on hers, a warm smile crossed his lips as he held out a hand to her.

"My Lady .." He started, bowing politely as she took his hand. No. He was such a perfect being in her eyes. Even just by his eyes, it was as if he casted a spell on her that she followed every command on her own will. What is this madness?

"You are such a beautiful being .. Why would such a beautiful being like you must be filled with sorrow and hatred?" He whispered, kissing her soft hand. She shivered at his touch. It was cold but not as uncomfortable as she would imagine being touched by another creature or hell, a male.