When I reached Ciels' study I walked in without bothering to knock. "You wanted to see me Ciel?" I said with a questioning look. He was sitting down doing paper work. He looked up and said "Yes, please sit down." So I sat down and waited for him to start talking. Finally, Ciel put his paperwork down and looked at me.
"(y/n), how are you feeling?" I gave him an odd look. "I feel fine. Why are you asking?" He looked at me with a serious look. "(y/n), I noticed that you barely come to breakfast, lunch and dinner. And you have bandages around your wrists, care to explain?" He asked sternly. I rolled my eyes. My foster parents never noticed my bandages and they didn't care if I ate or not. "I'm just not very hungry Ciel and I hurt my wrists when I... um..." I trailed off irritated. "(y/n), when was the last time you ate?" He asked concerned. Wait, he's concerned? "Uhhh 8 days ago, I think." replied, still surprised. He sighed. "(y/n), lift your shirt up to your ribs please." I gave him a weird look but did it anyways.
I also made sure my mark was hidden from his sight. "Turn to the side." He said. I rolled my eyes and turned to the right. I heard a sharp intake of breath from him. "(y/n), you need to eat! Why are you doing this?" He said, raising his voice. I'm pretty damn irritated now.
"I'm doing it because I'm fat!" I yelled, then realized what I said and covered my mouth. "So you've been starving yourself because you think you're fat!?" He said in an angry tone. "Yes! And I don't think I'm fat, I know I'm fat!" I yelled louder. He stood up, placing his hands on his desk and leaning on them. "(y/n), stop this! You need to eat, I don't want you to die!" He yelled. "Why do you care about me now?" I shouted. "I've always cared about you!" He yelled back. "Oh really? 'Cause the only time it seemed like you cared about me was when I told you about my dead parents!" I screamed.
Then, as if time had froze, we both stopped moving, I quickly looked at the floor. "You don't really mean that, do you?" He asked quietly. "I don't know." I said back quietly. I looked up to see him standing in front of me. "(y/n), I do care about you. I don't want you to die." He said softly. "Then why didn't you tell Elizabeth to stop that night at dinner?" I whispered. He looked guilty at this. "I was in shock. I have never heard Elizabeth speak like that." He confessed. I looked him in the eye. "If she ever talks about my parents like that again, I will rip her throat out." I said, serious. He laughed and said "Don't worry, I told her if she ever says anything like that again, I would break off the engagement." I stared at him with wide eyes. He would break off the engagement... "You would do that... for me?" I asked slowly, shocked. "Of course, I told you I care about you." He said, speaking softly again. I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "Then why would you agree with Elizabeth when she said I looked like a street rat?" I whispered. He smiled "Because, girls that live on the streets tend to wear ripped up clothing, are tough and take pain well." He said softly. I giggled and got lost in his beautiful blue eye. He stared at mine. We both began to lean in...
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The Girl Who Lived A Lie
Fanfiction5 Years. That's how long (y/n) has been living a lie. A sad, lonely lie. When (y/n) was 9 yrs. old, her parents were burned before her eyes. Then her memories were manipulated, messed with. And now, she has a false past. But deep down, she might rem...
