Ciel watched out of the window as he looked at the snow falling down from the clouds above, coating the ground in an elegant white. He frowned. Yes, people would be playing in snow, having fun and such. But not him. He’d be mourning over his parents deaths, the anniversary of them not being here, the day that they died in the fire. He looked back over, catching sight of you looking at him with a hint of sadness, since you knew December was a particularly hard time for Ciel. He sighed and didn’t bother to tell you he was okay, because you knew he wasn’t.

You walked over, lightly hugging his arm, making his visible eye look over to you and he gave you a tiny smile as a thank you for offering your comfort. You hated seeing him so grim and upset so you started to personally dread when December rolled along.

“Good evening, {{user}}.”

He muttered. You frowned and hugged his arm tighter, burying your face into his shoulder and he took in a deep breath. He appreciates your comfort, quite a bit. Not that he’s ever going to let you know, but he appreciates that you care so much about him. He stayed silent until you perked up and asked if he wanted to take a walk in the snow. He knew you were trying to take his mind off his parents, so he reluctantly agreed.

Soon, he found himself walking around London with you as you both silently admired the snow, you pointing out things with a smile and Ciel making small comments about it. Sebastian trailed behind you both as you tried to take his mind off his parents. The snow looked quite pretty after all.

“I haven’t seen this much snow since my birthday.”

Ciel mused, slightly tearing up before he quickly blinked them back. You held his hand with a gentle squeeze, and he squeezed your hand back. The cold was a comfort for Ciel, but so were you. Maybe this December, it could be more bearable if he has you around.