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As the day went by, Lucien left for his lecture. He only had one that day, but it still left Ciel alone in the scruffy dorm room. As he waited out the long hour and a half for Lucien to return from his lecture, Ciel decided to have a look around.
He was looking at Lucien’s desk when he noticed a small, tattered leather cased book. It seemed old and had a few words written in black faded ink on the cover. The only words he could make out were, ‘the,’ and ‘of.’ Assuming it must’ve been some case he was working on, or a piece of homework, he ignored it.
He looked around a bit more, noticing the millions of folders and papers that were scattered around his room. A weird sense of belonging surged through his body as he stood in the messy room. It was like he had been here before, but he knew he hadn’t. But no matter how hard he tried, that weird feeling wouldn’t go away. He wasn’t sure whether it was all the scruffy papers and books, or the faint smell of sandalwood and cigarettes that made him feel so at home.
To put it bluntly it was stupid. To put it nicer it was foolish. But never mind that, there was something in the corner of hid desk that caught Ciel’s attention, it was a poem book of some sorts. It didn’t seem to be something private, as it was just lying on the desk, so Ciel decided to open it. Most of it was just scribbles he couldn’t read, that was until he came across one page. The handwriting was a lot clearer, like it was meant to be read my someone. So he did just that, he read it. It was a love poem of some sorts, but there was one paragraph that stood out to him.
“Maybe our love was not meant to be,
But those shining lights will always stay,
With the memories that remain inside me.
Although I'll feel I've been led astray,
Without your guiding light.
Those resonating feelings keep floating up,
Up to my heart like a kite.”
It wasn’t the greatest poem, but it had feeling. The ink was smeared with tear stains, and the paper was rough and crinkled. He wasn’t entirely sure Lucien had written it, but it seemed likely. He knew it was wrong, but Ciel took the folded stained paper and gently put it in his pocket and lied back down on the bed. Breathing in the warm scent of sandalwood.
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Lucien had just gotten back from his lecture and headed straight to the bed. He flopped onto the pillow, and let out his usual tired sigh. But despite this unbearable fatigue, he still manged to shoot a small smile towards Ciel. But just like all the other times, he covered his soft smile with the palm of his hand. Ciel wouldn’t try to stop him from doing that, it just... confused him. Even though the smile was hidden, he could tell it was there. But he didn’t smile back. He couldn’t smile back. But his heart still smiled, his heart still beamed with joy, lighting up the whole room with a warm, tingly feeling. Much like Lucien's hidden smile. And the two just lay there. Their hearts beating in a rhythmic harmony. Seemingly, Ciel hadn’t noticed the soft sleep that Lucien had drifted into. Even when the boy was asleep right beside him. And it remained this way for a few more minutes, until Lucien shifted closer in his sleep, which made Ciel slightly shiver at the touch.
After realising that Lucien was asleep, he slowly, quietly got up and placed the cover over Lucien’s fragile body and got into bed himself. When he was comfortably laying under the warm duvet, he started singing. It was more like a quiet hum, like a lullaby. And he faded away into a sleep just like the sweet melody of his song.
Sweet hums of birdsong filled the room, leaving the silence to escape. Although the silence was one of Ciel’s favourite things, he didn’t mind it. Because now he had someone to make the noise more bearable. And all he hoped for was that he wasn’t made to endure the noise alone ever again. This warmth, it’s something anyone would wish to have, and something many people would prefer over winning the lottery. Now that Ciel was beginning to feel what it was like to have that same warmth again, he wondered how he ever let it slip away.