You were a noble. You were respected and loved. Until someone murdered your family. Now you live on the streets and the respect and love people once had for you was gone and replaced with disregard. To them you were just a simple pheasant, they hurt you physically and mentally. But that all changed when you met him. The Earl Ciel Phantomhive.
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Loving one person is normal... Right? But, what if I don't love just 'One' person? I can't choose between the two! They're both as sweet as can be when I come around. I hope neither one finds out, or my life is in complete chaos.