You walked to the Undertaker. You needed a coffin.
You walked in and heard the bell ring. You looked around.
No sight of him. All of a sudden you heard a coffin creak open.
"What can I do for you, deary?" a voice said.
There he was. You jumped back in surprise.
"U-Uh I need a coffin!" You said, standing straight.
"Who for, deary? It can't be someone as lovely as you though I do look forward to the day when I do fit you for one of me coffins." He chuckled "Just not today."
His remark made you blush. His question though did something else.
The memory flashed. The man in your house.
He murdered your mother, the only family you had left.
The Earl Phantomhive had shown up for investigation and said he would play for the funeral.
You burst down crying. You felt one of the Undertakers cold hand on your shoulder.
"Now, now deary. It must have been someone really close to you."
You nodded slightly and began to cry yourself dry. You hugged him and burried your face in his chest.
At the funeral you saw him again. You were crying once more.
He comforted you once more. He let you stay at his house until you could get a job on you own.
Even when you wanted to move away because you had enough money he asked you to stay.
You knew this was his way of telling you he loved you so you agreed.
