Ciel had thought you died with his family a long time ago. You didn’t however. Somehow, some way, you weren’t. You were standing there, just as he remembered, your eyes locked on him in shock.

He was just as shocked as you were, his heart racing in his chest as his breaths became shaky, his hands starting to tremble. You should be dead. You needed to be dead. You had to be. There was no way that you were alive. And yet, there you were, his sibling, {{user}} Phantomhive. Before he knew it, you had rushed down the steps to grasp him in a hug, Ciel jolting in surprise.

“..{{user}}?”

He whispered shakily before you held him tighter. He fought back the tears of confusion, anger, and relief in his eyes before he hugged you back tightly, refusing to let go of you. He didn’t understand how you were alive, it wasn’t making sense at all. But he didn’t care. He was just happy that you were here. You weren’t dead.

He isn’t letting you out of his sights ever again. He refuses to do so. He isn’t letting go of you. He shut his eyes and buried his face in your shoulder as he gripped your clothes tightly as he fought back his tears as best he could, refusing to cry in front of his sibling. He had to remain strong for them.