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Fanfiction: "Yes, My Lady" ch1"Yes, My Lady"
Chapter 1: Billet-doux (Love Letter)
"Good morning, Young Master. It is now time to awake."
Hearing that familiar voice in his head, Ciel Phantomhive rolled to his side, placing an arm over his eyes. As he slowly opened them, he searched the room for the owner of that voice; that voice that calms him whenever he would feel afraid; that voice he had always yearned for when he was all by himself; that voice he undeniably loves heari- immediately becoming aware of what just ran inside his thoughts, Ciel shot up from the comfort of his pillow. "Ah, I see that the Young Master is finally awake?"
Looking towards where the voice came from, Ciel's eyes caught the sight of Sebastian pulling up the curtains, letting in to his room the sun's morning rays. A quick blush crept to his cheeks, but immediately shrugged it away, afraid that his butler might take notice. He hates it whenever Sebastian sees opportunities to mock his littl
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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