Lovely was a word one could use for the girl, another was rude. Her personality was one of a kind and hardly seen where he had come from and he enjoyed it very much. She gave him a breath of fresh air among his dark and dreary world. When they ran into to each other it was like time stopped so they may have a simple conversation. And he thrived on every second the world ceased it's rotation.

Sebastian would try to poke fun at his Lord for such a connection, only to be met with cold and cruel lines that sent many a wiping at hear. But the girl even if she had heard them smiled, as if knowing Ciel didn't mean those words to her but only to his butler so the hauntingly comments would stop. Sebastian unnerved the poor girl, Ciel told her she had every right to be. Sebastian was far darker than she could ever imagine. That didn't stop her from feeling bad than snapping at Ciel once again for something that wasn't really his fault.

He didn't mind for he, too, snapped at her more often than not when he couldn't keep his emotions locked away. They could help one another, they were there for each other. And for a brief moment Ciel was happy.

But he was Ciel Phantomhive he was unable to have a happiness, it was written in his fate. Days and months passed with no sign that his acquaintances was alive or dead. Some days he thought she ended up worse then she probably was. But his lovely flower as not one to stay silent when she wanted to be heard.

And hear her he did.

As if nothing mattered in the moment which he was at her bedside, she was found at the banks of the Thames river. On her way back from her trip from Belgium, there had been an attack against her and the caretaker she was with. The caretaker had the chance to get away, and she pushed the girl to distract them as they did.

She fought against the attackers she ended up in the river to remain unsoiled by their hands.

Ciel didn't know whether to call her foolish or brave. He promised her that he would have her attackers taken care of.

Sebastian first saw how twisted his lord mind had become for the first time when he helped resolve the issue of the vermin on the streets of London.

Though her attacker were gone, her body was not healing, every breath she took become more and more painful. She had wanted it to end, but the pain let her know that she was still alive that there was still a chance she could recover, to talk with her friends and laugh once more at her cold friend's dry humor. Or even some words he spoke which she found all the more comical in their own way.

But she was friends with Ciel Phantomhive and he was unable to have happiness, it was written in his fate.