She felt tears brim the corners of her eyes, standing up abruptly. The bench screeched against the wooden floor, but she didn’t give care—didn’t even flinch. Did he really hate him that much? Did he not want to see her happy?!
“Fine, then I’m not your sister anymore.” The words came out in a breath, hands balled into fists at her side. She wanted to stomp, and scream, and run up to him and hug him, but no, she’s too stubborn. But it wasn’t her fault, no, it wasn’t! It was his, for not respecting her wishes, for not letting her love someone in peace. She loved him as much as he loved her, but sometimes, when you love someone, you have to let them go.
“I-I will! Since Ciel respects my wishes, respects my choices!” She was yelling, venom dripping from her mouth. “Ciel loves me! More than you ever did!”
He wouldn’t cry. Boy didn’t cry. But he was mad, infuriated. And terribly sad. So he went to the kitchen, without saying a word, and broke a beer glass bottle at his chest. It hurt, but it didn’t hurt more than what Elizabeth had told him. Edward felt like collapsing, but he wouldn’t give her the pleasure. Not going to the hospital either, needles scared him to death. Now that Elizabeth Midford wasn’t his sister anymore, nothing mattered. So it was fine if he died.
So done with this. That relationship, Edward didn’t want to live to see it. Or rather, he was more fond of making drama and injuring himself terribly just so she would see what her and Ciel were doing to him psychologically. It was much worse. His body felt heavier. Hang in there.
