“Paula, do not call the ambulance!” He yelled, trying to sound the calmest as he could, but also demanding. Surely the maid would listen to him, considering he was the oldest and apparently the most sane out of the two (in his point of view, that is).

“I’ll be fine, Lizzy, don’t overreact. Stop crying, ok? Because if you cry, I’ll cry too. You want me to cry?” He already wanted to cry, but the urge just increased with her being like this. And ah, the towel she was using to clean things up – how he wished to toss it miles again, but was too stubborn to admit it. It was only making him feel worst. It felt as the shards were just penetrating more into his skin when she tried to clean it.

“Just give me a tweezers, I’ll take care of it. Go to the bathroom to wipe those tears out of your beautiful face. It’ll be fine”, he tried a reassuring voice tone. “I love you, sis, so go. Sorry for scaring you, I’m just upset, I guess. It’s not your fault.” It was Ciel’s fault, for wanting to marry his baby girl. Ugh.