I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
(Because everyone needs their feels tugged on every now and then c:)
Imagine Ciel had an open schedule so Sebastian didn’t wake him up or disturb him and he woke up from having a nice dream about him and his parents. So, he walks downstairs so he can eat breakfast and as soon as he sees Sebastian he just bursts out into tears because his butler looks so much like Vincent and the poor boy can’t take it any more and falls to his knees sobbing. Sebastian just stares at him in a bit of shock at first to see his young master so weak and child-like for once before just sweeping him into his arms and holding him against his chest and lets Ciel cry into his shoulder while he clings onto him like a little koala.