The Devil is My Key

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 Warning: Some content in this chapter might be triggering to some people. Reader discretion is advised.

"Find someone else?! Really Sebastian?!"

"Ciel come on don't be like that! He loves you he's just trapped. He can't remember you!"

"He can't remember me. Does this mean he's an asshole to other people. Is this how he treats everyone?"

"Ciel, no."

"Then what the fuck is wrong with him. Why's he so anxious to jump to conclusions. I don't get it."

"Give him time. He'll come back to you." Alois sat next to Ciel and smiled warmly at him. Ciel scoot closer to the blond and turned to face him. He looked at him with a mix of hope and sorrow. He leaned his head closer and closer until their lips were merely inches apart. Alois's eyes widened. He wasn't sure what to do. Should he lean in too or was this something Ciel would regret later on. He didn't move. Not a single hair. He sat there, waiting for Ciel to do something.

The world seemed to be frozen. The birds stopped chirping. The wind stopped blowing. He looked at Ciel and his eyes were closed and his lips were on his. Alois closed his eyes and went with it.

The kiss seemed to last forever. The blond boy pulled away and gasped for air. "Did you like that?" Ciel asked smirking. Alois looked around awkwardly, somehow flustered by the expression on the bluenettes face.

"Ciel, you don't seem so....um....this isn't l-like you..."

"I know...I'm sorry." He turned around and ran as fast as he could away from the blond. Alois stood there in shock. Should he go home or-? probably...It was getting late and he it didn't seem like a good time to go over to Ciel's. He hung his head low as he started walking home. This was nothing more than a nightmare. A stupid nightmare that would be over soon. The sooner the better.

X.X.X

Ciel barged into his apartment and dropped his- what seemed like numb- body on the large bed. Tears came streaming out like rivers from his beautiful blue eyes. He's never been so hurt in his life. How could Sebastian Michaelis, the man he fell for so hard and ended up marrying, forget him so easily.

He pushed his face into his pillow and screamed and screamed until his throat was sore and his mouth was dry. His whole body ached. It had all happened so fast. One day he was madly in love with the person who loved him back, and the next...well...

He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling for what seemed like eternity. His mind was racing. What could he make out of this? His heart hurt, not the hurt you feel when your having heart burn or- no, this hurt...this hurt paralyzed his entire body. This hurt made him feel sick to his stomach. This hurt made him feel empty. What had he done wrong? What had he done to deserve such pain and agony?

He was slowly breaking. Silently. No one would be there for him. He did't need anyone to be there for him. "I'm okay," He whispered to himself, "I-I'm okay." His voice was shaky and unsure. He wasn't okay and he knew it. What was he to do? He didn't know. What could he do? He wasn't sure anything could make him happy now. He was just...lost.

The blue haired boy stood and walked slowly to the bathroom. He opened up his drawer and pulled out a small pouch. He unzipped it slowly and smiled weakly at the many razors it had. He could stop all this pain. All of it. It was all so easy. He avoided looking in the mirror. He didn't want to see how weak and pathetic he looked.

"I'm only human." He whispered and picked up a razor. He cried quietly. He was born alone and he was going to die alone. He had no complaints. He did't mind. It would be peaceful.

He held the razor tight, allowing it to cut through his skin. Blood dripped down from his hand. He took a deep breath and and started to slice his pale wrist. The scars were still there from before. They hadn't faded. Now he would give light to them again. He sliced deeper with every cut. He did not scream or wale, however, he continued to sob quietly. He dropped to his knees, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Red eyed, flushed face, and tears streaming down his cheeks. He let out a moan and laid on his side, watching quietly as his blood filled the cracks in the tile floor of the bathroom.

His eyes closed slowly and as the last breath escaped his lips, he had said "I loved you."