I sat up in bed.
Without moving an inch, I stared down and onto the endless black spread like a quilt over the land through the crystal clear window. The abyss glared back, unwavering and strange. I turned my head for a moment and looked over at the other side of the bed, where Ciel was hugging a feather pillow. I stared at his chest, which rose and fell with each gentle breath. With motherly adoration, my throat became tight and I worried for him. I then looked straight ahead of me, where a lone closet sat with innocence as the maroon curtains, looking gray, swayed out of the corner of my...
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