Warning ⚠️ mature subjects: if you get triggered by rape or suicide don't read this. It's not a lemon though

(y/n) POV

I expected for my (e/c) eye to close and stay that way. For the world to be torn away from me. For the abuse to cease. For love to disappear. I expected to open my eyes to a beautiful light world with no love just peace. So I relax and allow it to claim me, but instead of the new world I'm the same as before. But I'm in the mindscape, the world created by Hannah. I can see a small pool of blood surrounding me like petals from a rose.

It's not my crimson blood, it's the 2 boys that caused me so much suffering. Why does love exist? Ciel and Alois are both holding blood coated weapons, each of them coated with cuts. Ciel throws Alois on to the floor- aiming the sword directly for his throat. Alois glanced at me pain and tears staining his eyes, he mouths 'goodbye' to me.

Love is unforgiving, it's still clasping me in it's cold claws. I need to except that I once loved, I was abused, raped, hurt and sold. Everyone I once loved will be saved.

I open my eyes to try to speak. The rope it's hurt me, I can't speak. I know if I do I may never speak again. But for voice for a life is a fair deal. As ciel slowly lowers the sword into Alois neck I give into my once love.
"Ciel, yo-you can-nt kill him-m. He is the far-ther of my child."
Ciel slowly turns around and stares me in the eye, he throws the sword away.
"When did this happen" he murmurs.
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I glance at Alois trying to get him to speak.
"I did something I regret ciel. I hurt her. I didn't care for her. Ciel I'm sorry" Alois says
Alois grabs the sword, I never thought he would react like this. He whispers something to ciel and plunges the knife deep into his neck.

I wake back up into a love and abuse filled world. How horrible. I am still standing on the stool- no wonder I didn't leave this disgusting world. Ciel runs in towards me, he kisses me passionately and hugs me not noticing the rope. I kick the stool away from under me. Ciel keeps kissing me as I watch this cruel world fade. No more love, no more abuse, no more. No more.

No ones POV.

(Y/n) stays there swaying slightly in the breeze from the window. Her (h/c) hair blew delicately. And a single drop of crimson leaks from where the ropes squeezing. Ciel is sat on the bed tears rolling down his face whilst he stares at her corpse. He can't deal with love or the abuse anymore. He can't so two corpse then gently blow in the wind side by side...

~The end~