Dancing in the Rain (Cielizzy)

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Lizzy giggled. She twirled around letting the cool drops of rain land on her face. She inhaled a deep breath. The sweet earthy smell of rain and grass was so calming. She and Ciel danced together.

He stopped and ran off towards the field. His blue ocean blue eyes caught a sight. Two flowers side by side through the rain.

"Look Lizzy," the boy said. "It's like us!"

She nodded. It very much did. A pink daisy and a silver rose. He plucks them from the ground making the comment that, "we'll keep these forever, just like how we'll stay together."

They run back hand in hand, skipping and singing.

"Elizabeth and Ciel come inside at once," Francis instructed. "You'll catch cold at this rate." She said somewhat bitterly.

"But mother," The girl tried to argue. "It's quite fun! And I promise we won't get sick." She bargained. She found comfort in the the rain, despite it's association with gloominess. She had a strong immune system so why not? And Ciel enjoyed it too.

"Is that so? Very well. Just remember my warning, with the rain brings the loss of sunlight leaving you in nothing but deep, wet darkness." Francis lets her daughter stay with that; a frown begins to form on her face as she walks away.

Despite her mother's warning they continued to play until they were left soaking wet. 

And she recalled the memory even today. As she sits inside watching the rain. Now much older and wiser. She finds herself no longer fond of the rain. Bringing its gray clouds and sunless skies.

Thunderous rain that doesn't stop. Alone her own rain comes in the form of salty tears. Without Ciel in this large empty manor she's grown cold like the blazing wind in the rain.

She recalls the flower—sterling silver and beautiful—now wilted. He held it in his arms when they buried him. Oh how she wished they had buried her as well.

The withered flower she kept all this time sat in a vase on her table. The petals were dyed black and shriveled up. "It doesn't last forever, Ciel," she mumbled. "Nothing ever does..."

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Probably the shortest thing I've ever written.

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