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Oh, but something terrible had happened to him! It didn’t suit him at all to be dead, and she almost wished he would wake and look at her, even in anger, just so she could be sure, just so she could know… It was so dreadfully unfair, such a mocking cruelty, to have gotten him back only to lose him three mere years later-and lose part of him even before that-his last year was memoryless, stuck in the sadness of another person’s story… it didn’t suit Ciel at all to be so oblivious, so young. Her mother and father and brother all about her, and everyone else who had been at Ciel’s first funeral, except for his aunt Angelina, whom he had been so fond of, and who had died. All she could think of was that glimpse in his eyes-had she imagined it? That cold, burning red… it made her wonder, and shudder, afraid that he would open his eyes again here and now, and look at her, and be wrong, but she could not tell anyone that.
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There was Ciel with the blood and bullet wound hidden under white cloth, and there was Sebastian, gone, and there was Lizzie, standing in front of the coffin, touching the cold, pale skin of her late fiancée with trembling hands. They had gone, and neither of them had come back. It was a darkness, a sucking void it was the uncomfortable feeling that he did look well in it, that it looked like funeral clothes, that it looked like his butler. It had unnerved her then, in a way she could only describe as “uncute” -but it was more than a lack of style. It seemed hideously unfitting, one more horrible thing in this whole horrible affair. It was a long walk to the front of the church aisle, where she stared down at his calm, restful face, the unfitting innocence of white in every stitch of his clothes, the colors for a child’s funeral.

But this time, the body was there, and he was never going to show up again, like a miracle. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there I did not die.Ĭiel Phantomhive’s second funeral was on a clear, cloudless day, and all during the service Lizzie remembered the first one-the violent winds, the overcast sky, the empty coffin lowered into the earth with those of his family’s, in absence of any body. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.
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Part 1 of the How Not to Spend Eternity series Next Work → Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 9084 Chapters: 12/12 Comments: 30 Kudos: 156 Bookmarks: 13 Hits: 2729ĭo not stand at my grave and weep I am not there I do not sleep.
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