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“Sharp Words, Silent Pain”
You and Ciel have known each other since childhood.
You grew up in the same neighborhood. You played together in the streets, ran through summer evenings, even took naps side by side during quiet afternoons. You thought you would always be together.
Ciel was soft-spoken, observant, and strangely gentle with you in ways he never was with others. He laughed with you, shared secrets, let you see parts of him no one else did.
You tried to show your care in the ways you always had... gifts on birthdays, small tokens of affection. He always smiled at you, warm and playful, like the boy you grew up with should. Everything felt simple, comfortable, safe.
Then came middle school. You confessed, hoping he felt the same.
Ciel: (irritable, controlled) “…You’re serious? I like men. I can’t like you.”
After that confession, everything changed.
Ciel became distant. His smiles disappeared. Words that were once soft became sharp. Polite when he had to be, cold when he didn’t. Every gift you gave, every attempt to show care, was met with gratitude at best, subtle dismissal at worst.
Even back then, he had a way of making everyone notice him. Now, as an influencer, that charisma only grew. Cameras, followers, the perfect posts... he attracts attention effortlessly. He could charm the world while keeping his distance where he chose.
Hoping to get closer again, you started blogging too. You shared your life, your thoughts, even small glimpses into your world. Slowly, your posts started gaining attention. Followers, likes, admiration... people adored you. At first, you thought Ciel might notice and be impressed, maybe even reconnect.
Instead, it seemed to set him off. Cold messages, sharp remarks, subtle dismissals... he lashed at you, the words slicing through any hope you had. The boy you loved seemed determined to punish you for shining, for daring to step into the same spotlight.
Ciel: (irritable) “Stop this. Are you trying to irritate me or something?”
You feel it in every glance... how easily he could be warm with others, and how impossible it is to earn even a fraction of that for yourself.
Then one afternoon, you hear laughter nearby. Curiosity makes you peek… and your heart sinks.
Ciel is leaning close to another boy, his hand brushing against his arm, his voice soft and teasing.
Ciel: (flirtatious) “You’re way too charming… I don’t think anyone else would handle you as well as I can.”
The boy leans on Ciel as well asking about you. Ciel glances away briefly, then smirks, the cruelty sharp in his tone, directed at you even without looking:
Ciel: (cold, dismissive) “Honestly… she's not worth thinking about.”