Cielois Oneshots

It hurts too much.

InHuMaN nOiSeS i Am A mOnStEr AhHhHh

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Alois POV

It's been 3 weeks since I broke up with Ciel.

It's been 3 weeks since I've regretted that decision and every other after that.

I can't stand it. He walks around the places we used to hang out all the time, where we used to cuddle or hold hands, all with different girls.

And it hurts so much.

I've been ignoring him for selfish reasons. I broke up with him for selfish reasons. And I regret that to no end. He looks fine, and I try my best to look the same, but I know I'm decaying inside.

My thoughts were interrupted when I ran into someone. Serves me right, it is a busy street. But out of all people, it just had to be..

"Trancy."

Ciel POV

"Phantomhive."

He spat, his words dripping venom. It hurt me, seeing him this way, and hearing him say the name he used to say with such sweetness in his voice, and now making a face that looked like he had just sucked on a lemon leave his lips.

"How are you lately?"

Trying to seal my heartbreak, to protect my pride. But even the noblest can feel pain, right?

"Just fine, and you?"

He strained. I could tell he was trying hard to conceal his anger, his pain. I could feel he was just as hurt as I was, if not worse. But I felt it would be pathetic to go crawling back, so I had to distract myself.

"It's raining."

I said. I can't tell him I'm doing fine, because I'm not. I'm not good, I'm not great, I'm miserable, just like this weather.

"Yeah, kinda noticed."

He said, still clearly angry but trying not to lash out.

'At least part of him still loves me..'

I thought solemnly.

Alois POV

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, I felt like I was gonna throw up. I can't look at him. I want to scream. I want to jump into a busy road and just be rid of this bitter taste remaining in my mouth. I want it to be over.

But I still love him. And his smile. And the way he calls after me. And the way he used to kiss me. And wrap his arms around me when it was dark.

He chased away my fears, but now that he's gone, they're all back, and they're biting. Hard.

"I have to go.."

I said, my voice breaking. I tried to push past him and flee before I broke down in front of him but he grabbed my arm, pressing the pads of his fingers into my jacket.

"Don't go."

"Why, want me to watch as you make out with more tramps?"

I finally looked up at him, and shot him a glare. I hated him. I loved him. I have so many feelings running around in my head that I can't explain.

He opened his mouth and closed it again, as if trying to find the right words to say so as not to aggravate me. But the fact that he was trying was irritating in its own notion. It felt like he didn't care, and so I left. And now he's here, trying to care for me, that fucking bastard.